Eggs and sausage
Mar. 18th, 2007 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceToday I have been mostly going to, being in and coming home from Huddersfield. Ah, romantic Huddersfield...
Actually, I kind of like it. M'friend Ann Cleeves used to live there or thereabouts; she has now returned to the home of her heart (viz the north-east coast, just downriver from me), but I had some good times visiting. We used to hold Murder Squad meetings in her house, as being more or less the midpoint between us all, and always welcoming.
Anyway, I was booked to run a workshop at a Readers' Day in the library; so up early and train down, and then much hanging around in the green room, drinking coffee and eating Danish, interspersed by a couple of hours of coaxing the willing through the broad gates of fantasy fiction. I always kind of dread workshops, while I take other gigs entirely in my stride; I kind of enjoy playing entertainer, but I hate positions of responsibility. Playing teacher still does not sit well with me, despite all my years of practice.
Still, two hours proved not to be enough, which is always a good sign, and people seemed to enjoy themselves. Certainly there was some interesting writing emerging by the end, which is the point of the exercise.
And so more trains, and so home, to feed a plaintive cat (he really doesn't like being left all day; I'm thinking again about getting him a playmate, but I'm still worried, his only idea of play being so particularly bitey) and then myself. Y'know how spaghetti carbonara was allegedly created for Americans, who missed their eggs and bacon? Well, now I have a new version. Eggs'n'sausage. Viz, I had no pancetta, but I did have chorizo. S'nice. And ready, from scratch, in about twelve minutes. Chaz does fast food. 'Stonishing...
Actually, I kind of like it. M'friend Ann Cleeves used to live there or thereabouts; she has now returned to the home of her heart (viz the north-east coast, just downriver from me), but I had some good times visiting. We used to hold Murder Squad meetings in her house, as being more or less the midpoint between us all, and always welcoming.
Anyway, I was booked to run a workshop at a Readers' Day in the library; so up early and train down, and then much hanging around in the green room, drinking coffee and eating Danish, interspersed by a couple of hours of coaxing the willing through the broad gates of fantasy fiction. I always kind of dread workshops, while I take other gigs entirely in my stride; I kind of enjoy playing entertainer, but I hate positions of responsibility. Playing teacher still does not sit well with me, despite all my years of practice.
Still, two hours proved not to be enough, which is always a good sign, and people seemed to enjoy themselves. Certainly there was some interesting writing emerging by the end, which is the point of the exercise.
And so more trains, and so home, to feed a plaintive cat (he really doesn't like being left all day; I'm thinking again about getting him a playmate, but I'm still worried, his only idea of play being so particularly bitey) and then myself. Y'know how spaghetti carbonara was allegedly created for Americans, who missed their eggs and bacon? Well, now I have a new version. Eggs'n'sausage. Viz, I had no pancetta, but I did have chorizo. S'nice. And ready, from scratch, in about twelve minutes. Chaz does fast food. 'Stonishing...
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Date: 2007-03-20 12:34 am (UTC)I'm of the same mind as you regarding running workshops. I don't mind positions of responsibility, although they are incompatible with my current goal of completing a novel. (For me, it's more a case of being responsible to myself long enough to get this thing produced and published; then we'll worry about what's next.)
I'm a fairly well published writer of short erotic fiction and lately have been branching out into other areas. I've also written two how-to books, one on how to self-publish and another on anal sex for men. That's actually the one that helps pay the bills.
Here is one of the more odd places you can find me:
http://www.tabou-editions.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=35&language=en
Also, I've got the other blog (http://litboy.typepad.com/), and a few poems, essays and such over here (http://www.AuthorsDen.com/BillBrent).
Oh, and bitey cats -- been there, done that! I don't think there's anything one can do about it.
Anyway, hi!
--BB
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Date: 2007-03-20 08:37 am (UTC)(Interestingly, I'm fairly well published in other areas and now branching into short erotic fiction - except it's not a branch, really, just a twiglet, a one-off for
Bitey cat (aka Barry - see icon) is sitting on my knee being cute, even purring a little. He does this briefly after his breakfast, most mornings. The rest of the day, I'm a target. Really he just wants to play; it's just that he has no concept of play that doesn't end up in his mouth...
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Date: 2007-03-20 08:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-20 10:00 am (UTC)Sometimes I think I'm the last person on earth to get a LiveJournal account. I know Spanish, though, and I know Lawrence. In fact, the most recent piece I've submitted for antho consideration was one I sent to him and his co-editor last week.
I'm curious about the applet you use to measure your progress on a project -- where did you get that? The little sideways-thermometer thingy? (Yes, I'm dauntingly technical with regard to graphical representation terminology.) I may have an application for that -- is it available online somewhere?
--BB
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Date: 2007-03-20 10:18 am (UTC)Indeed it is - just go here (http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/) and there it is. Dead simple, and we love it dearly...
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