Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been virtually two months since my last blog posting and I’m guessing that patience is wearing thin.
I’ll try and make up for it with a whistle stop tour of two months’ worth of madness:
First up, I had a birthday. A significant one. One with a zero at the end. It turns out that birthdays with zeroes at the end give you the green light to celebrate (a) to excess and (b) beyond just the one day, or the one week for that matter. Suffice it to say, a festival, a Michelin star, another festival and a hatful of hangovers later, I woke up feeling only slightly older than I did before.
Then, the Olympics happened. Lots of TV. Not much writing, socialising, high culture, low culture or anything else.
Then, bliss, three days dedicated to writing and good inroads on a novel. Yep, she’s going long-form. This one has got modern politics, alcoholism, parent-child relationships, torture, death and cricket in it. If the first 30,000 words are anything to go by, I’m going to love writing it, a few of you might like reading it, and the movie will be amazing 😉
A trip to Carlisle followed for the MegaCon – read more about that on the Disconnected Press blog.
And for the last ten days or so, I’ve been a volunteer GamesMaker at the Paralympics. I have scanned tickets, answered questions, reunited lost people and property, taken photos, been in photos and high-fived about 6,000 small children, all with a genuine smile and a mild case of sunstroke. A magical experience that taught me a lot about words we chuck around like resilience, determination, compassion and teamwork, and that made me equal parts energised and exhausted. If you’re lucky, I’ll put a photo on here later…