Mittwoch, 29. Juli 2009

Once again the sudden, concussive shock of rejection wrecks my morning.
My short story about the 300 Spartans being vampires received an Emperor-like thumbs down from a short story magazine.
Ah well, life goes on, eh?

The new story is plodding along nicely though. After stumbling around a bit fort a while, I finally found my footing by simply erasing the part that was giving me so much trouble. Easy, innit?
Anyway, that's where I'm at right now.
Another rejection but not THE rejection and another bag full of optimism with my latest endeavour.

Reg :-)

Samstag, 25. Juli 2009

Holiday's over, back to the grindstone…
Well, I did get the story going in the first week but, alas, in the second half of my sojourn I was forced out of my little laptop world and back to reality.

What I'm trying to say is that I didn't do anything in the second week. I went on boat and bike trips, shopping trips, on long treks through the wilderness and on even longer treks through the top row of spirits. However, the laptop lay dormant, and with it all my best intentions.
Whatever, holiday was great.

George, it simply hasn't the depth of character and story needed for me to send it to you, though the skeleton of the plot is going well. I'll bung it to you in a couple of weeks mate. I know I promised, but we both know you'll always lose if all-inclusive gin is splayed before me like Aphrodite in a Playboy centre-fold.

Meanwhile, back at the, "Division" ranch…

Still nothing from the publishers. The rejection, when it does come, is going to need some serious liquid therapy to get over, I can tell that now.
Whatever, catch you later my two loyal readers.

(Sighs) How I wish I was popular…

Reg :-)

Donnerstag, 16. Juli 2009

Hiya, I wrote this halfway through my holiday but for some reason Spanish Google wouldn't let me post it.
Whatever, here it is.

This holiday thing is great.

I've got some good stuff down, well storywise its good but I'm sure George will rip into it with a veangeance. However, grammatical, punctuational and spelling monstrosities aside, the story is ticking along nicely; it's not running away with me as "Division" did.

It's just a damn shame the bloody animation team at the hotel insist on treating me like a mutant because I don't want to do, "Crazy Sports" while I'm packing the laptop... GITS !!!

Life's a trial and no mistake.


Reg :-)

Freitag, 10. Juli 2009

Peeps, I'm away now for two weeks.
Let's see if I get anything done, eh?

Reg :-)

Dienstag, 7. Juli 2009

Friday is THE day.
On Friday the Tenth of July, me, myself and my little tribe of Jones family credit crunch survivors will be flying to Majorca for two weeks of sun, beer, sand, beer, laziness and more beer with a couple of John Collins thrown in for good measures.
To say that I can't wait is an understatement of biblical proportions, bested only by Marshall Petain's claim that Verdun was, "a bit of a pickle". (OK, OK he didn't actually say that but I haven't any ready quotes to hand. However, I'm sure you get my meaning.)

Anyway, while I'm basting myself under the Iberian sun, (well all but Iberian) like a beer-bellied, oven-ready chicken, I'm hoping to be able to splat down a couple of lines of my new project.
Not only that, dear jealous reader, but I am also hoping to meddle a bit with Division of the Dammed part II, GULAG!!
Gasp, shock, horror…

Hey, why not, eh?
You only live once and I seem to have run aground already with the new thing. Only temporarily of course, I'll be back up and swinging like a punch drunk heavyweight before the bell goes for last orders, but I have taken a tasty right cross on it at the moment.
However, this is the plan.
What happens if I'm marooned Writer's Block island with only the one project? I feel like a fraud using that term but there's no other phrase for it, anyway, Writer's Block bowls me a googly and I'm run out on the crease…What then?!?!
Disaster, Catastrophe, Four Editors of the Apocalypse, Extinction Level Event, Day of Judgement??

No my slippery fish-brained, deluded friend, all is well.
Plan B simply sets itself in motion and I slide neatly back on the trail with Von Struck and the chaps before you can say, "Howzat!"
Now don't be such a nay-saying sissy and start preaching about getting confused with the two plots, the characters, the research, the facts and the many types of Gin blah blah blah…
Because I won't, you see (?), you great, big dollop of school custard, give me credit for at least half a brain cell wontcha?
I'll have everything to hand, except for t'internet, and I'll go from that; making corrections on my return Sausage-side. The plot, my Wikipedia notes, I have it all on the laptop.
It's a great plan, nothing can go wrong and I CAN'T WAIT to put it in motion.

If I don't write before, I'll see you when I get back.
Reg :-)

PS. Honestly, I'm so hyper right now, does it tell?

Donnerstag, 2. Juli 2009

Once more the soiled curse of rejection smears my literary track record.
I received the email only yesterday and this is how it went.

"Thanks but no thanks. In fact, we'd rather slip a couple of rabid ferrets down our collective grollies than print anything your talent-deprived fingers could ever push out. All the best with your next project, loser."

I think that's how it went; well that's how it's stuck in my memory anyway.

"Harumph" was my response.

Well, I've still another three short stories out there, and my MS, so all is not lost dear reader.
Nil Desperandum, right?
(How often have I written those words over the three years I've been doing this Blog?" Too many, thinks I.)

Only one week and one day until I go on holiday.
I'm taking the laptop and hope to be punching the keyboard with Anthophiliatic diligence the whole time I'm there. Fourteen days of all the sun induced creativity I can fit in.
It'll all end in tears at the bar, (it is all inclusive so I have to get my money back somewhere, right?) but who cares?
The will is there, the story is thrumming along nicely and I cannot wait.

Right, I'm off to do some stuff in the garden.
Have a nice day.
Reg :-)