I feel like I’ve been away for ages. Life over the past week has been as hectic as it could possibly have been. I’m not going to go into it all, let me just say that life, sometimes, has to come first and my literary aspirations have to take a back seat.
All that is behind me now – none of it is bad, so don’t worry – but with the road ahead now clear once more, I can return to my own form of normality. The back seat stint harmed my output for the week somewhat, but overall it’s still shaping up to be a good month. Now I have to get it back into the driving seat and get my foot firmly pressed on the pedal.
I don’t intend on catching up with absolutely everything that’s happened over the last week, needless to say most of it is boring anyway. I will, however, summarise the weekend, the bit in the middle, and any major news that I need to impart.
What had meant to be a kilted day out in Edinburgh last weekend ended up being a trip along Memory Lane and Insomnia Avenue in Glasgow. After an unexpected call off, myself and two friends – the Group Captain and Fat Boy Not Slim – took a trip to Shawlands on the south side of Glasgow. It was like jumping back a decade to when those streets were ours, and all the old stories came flooding back as we went from Finlay’s Bar on Kilmarnock Road to the heart of Shawlands, and the Granary pub – with a few others in between.
All things considered it was a good day/night out – until the fire alarm went off at 4:30am and the hotel we were staying had to empty into the freezing cold night air for half an hour. Not nice.
On Tuesday I found myself back through in Glasgow, this time with my sister for the annual Stiff Little Fingers St. Patrick’s night gig at the Barrowlands Ballroom. I was still feeling somewhat dodgy from the weekend so we stayed out the fray of the most remarkable mosh pit I’ve ever seen. It’s quite something to witness as opposed to being stuck right in the middle of it.
Then came the insomnia like I’ve never known. Wide awake for hours and hours on end, wondering why I wasn’t tired and unable to do anything about it. Watching dawn come and wishing the sun was setting is a horrible thing.
And that pretty much sums it all up.
News finally came back regarding Hunting Jack; rejected with the offer of reconsideration after a six-month period and a re-write. I really don’t know if I have the energy or inclination to do any more with this story now. I’ll have to think hard because I have other projects demanding my attention and HJ is now five years old since conception.
A short story came back from Contrary Magazine – also rejected.
The marketing machine for Stella is picking up pace, and it’s actually quite overwhelming all the things I’ve got to do if I want this book to be a success. I just wish I had a date to give you but I’m still waiting – the excitement is palpable.
The day job’s been good; I received a *very* nice surprise in the form of a salary rise and performance-related bonus.
As I speak I’ve spent the evening streamlining my workload. I have got to make changes for this year to be the success I know it can be with all that is happening; it’s a case of priorities and balancing what needs to be done with what I want to do.
Onwards and upwards!
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