There’s an old box file in my desk filled entirely with junk. As with so much junk, I’ve a sentimental attachment to it and can’t quite bring myself to throw it away; besides, I can’t help but feel that it might come in handy one day, though it almost certainly won’t. Here I keep all… Continue reading The Ones that Got Away
Warning: this post contains half-baked speculation, crackpot predictions, and pretentious posturing. Oh, and links. Lots of links. You have been warned! Thanks to the internet, we live in the interesting times of the Chinese curse. The internet is as potent as it is unpredictable. As a quick glance at the comments accompanying the average YouTube video will… Continue reading Alt Lit, the Internet, and the State of Self-publishing: Part 1
Well, here we are again. 2012 is dead, and 2013 is all shiny and new. The much-anticipated End of the World was a bit of a non-event. Christmas passed in a blur of wine and indigestion. And today spent fireworks and party poppers are littering the ground, and revellers everywhere are nursing evil hangovers. It… Continue reading Writing Resolutions
… as the first writing composition of the academic year was always entitled, when I was in primary school.
It was bound to happen eventually. After years of getting by with a creaky old computer that probably wasn’t even good for spare parts anymore, last week the inevitable happened: our PC conked out, packed up, gave up the ghost. Sorting out a replacement is taking some considerable time, as is generally the case here in… Continue reading Stepping off the Information Superhighway
I’m currently going through a dippy-hippie, getting-back-to-Nature phase. I do, occasionally. It’s never more than a passing interlude – trying to attune oneself to Mother Nature is trickier than you might think, and I don’t have either the patience or the money to shop around for ecologically-friendly washing-powder or hemp soap – but it nevertheless always has… Continue reading Learning by Doing
Writing, eh? On good days, it’s more fun than a box of illegal fireworks. On bad days, it’s like having a tooth extracted without anaesthetic.