A Successful, But Weird Day

Irvine Welsh is not a transsexualI had the weirdest, gayest dream last night, which I’m not going into. Let’s just say I’ll never look at Irvine Welsh or a transsexual Thai person in the same way ever again.

I suppose that’s what I get after watching Brokeback Mountain two nights ago.

I came up with a great idea for a new chapbook last night. It’s an idea that will be easy to get out, and which will be most enjoyable to write. It’s so good in fact, that it gives me the “buzz” and I want to start right away. The only problem is, I’m committed to competing Silly Kids Vol. 2 for the end of the month. That’s a drop dead date that I can’t change. Also, I want to write and publish Poems for Pints this year, so finding the time to squeeze it in could be a problem.

But as I contemplated this issue, I realised I was talking shite, and I could write it on Saturday mornings. It’s perfect for that slot and won’t affect everything else I have to do. Following me? Perhaps you aren’t, but never mind, it will probably see the light of day quicker than Poem for Pints will, which does require a more organised method of research, i.e., going to pubs.

It’s a tough life.

While on the subject of chapbooks, remember I was away in Amsterdam last September and I wrote a bunch of poems about it? Well, I’m going back in a couple of weeks with my friends, so the temptation to write more, but from a different angle, has become a terrible temptation. Trip one (with my wife): cultural and very relaxed. Trip two (with my mates): kilts, drink, and debauchery at a hectic pace – I’m thinking a Jekyll and Hyde in Amsterdam type of thing. We’ll see what happens. I suppose it depends on how much I can remember.

Bottom line – it’s time to push myself harder. After reading and listening to so much poetry via Rick Lupert’s Poetry Super Highway, I have a real buzz about it. Alongside my freelance and fiction work, it provides a nice distraction to focus on.

For a while now, as I have sat in the window of my Saturday morning coffee shop and stared out, I’ve watched the diggers and machines ripping up St. Andrew Square in the town centre. Well the work has finally been completed, and the square is now open to the general publics to enjoy instead of being closed off to the masses. Click here for the new-look St. Andrew Square

For the last two days I’ve heard an odd squeaking noise sounding throughout the office at the day job. It’s kind of similar to a cat meowing, or one of those cat imitation whistles you can buy. Today, the noise was still there and becoming increasingly annoying. And yet, despite this constant squealing, nobody in the office could hear it except me. I had grown positive a cat was trapped in the air conditioning system or the wall cavity or something.

Was I going mad? I was positive I wasn’t, and so to get to the source of if I started asking around. Nobody knew what I was talking about except one bloke, who realised what it was. He raised his hand and extended his finger. I followed his line of direction, and lo-and-behold, the culprit was revealed.

The door to the ladies toilets is squeaky.

I got through a tonne of work tonight: caught up on a lot of email, completed the next draft of a special DWT article, and completed and submitted another five for publication.

I worked heavily on Ranfurly Review submissions. Issue 3 is now full and ready to rock – all I need is to lay it out and get a cover ready. Issue 4 is filling up nicely and issue 5 (December’s) has started to fill. I’ll maybe have to close submissions when this year’s is complete – we’ll see.

One submission in particular that came in I desperately wanted to use for issue 3, but it was full by then and the authors notified. So, I’m creating a new section just for the summer issue to feature a writer/artist here in Edinburgh. More news on this if the person in question is agreeable, which I hope he is.

I compiled more Slick comments that came in and did some more editing, and checked the job boards but nothing quite took my fancy.

So all in all, a successful day.

About Colin Galbraith

Keen runner, thriller author, Madness fan, Mets fan, St Mirren fan/owner, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannolis & espressos. #LFGM
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