Dear blog fans/people who arrived here by accident:

I have nothing to blog about right now. I've put myself on a schedule of something called 'Actual Work' which involves umm... writing mostly. This is where a blog falls flat on its face. When you don't go out of the house other than to get more coffee or occasionally go to the gym so you don't seize up entirely, there's not a whole lot to say. I haven't even picked up a book since the beginning of the month.

I could post about the dog walks - there are plenty of those - but there's very little to report in this rainy season in which we are the only stupid people who still go out three times a day.

Thus, I shall proactively - though temporarily - retract myself from my own timeline because knowing it's here not being done is like wondering you let the gas on when you go out.

I shall return in a couple of weeks with updates, some news, travel plans for the year and with the wind behind me, I should have gotten very close to the end of what I'm up to.

That said, I'll also add this: yesterday I decided to close my flickr account where - because they kindly handed the whole world 1TB of free storage space - I opted to stash over 13,000 images. It took all day for a bit of software to download everything but now it is done and that's one less thing I belong to/worry about.

Mostly, I knew what was in there but there were a few surprises (not those kind of surprises) and a pic of something I had completely forgotten about. About eight years ago, I wrote a rough draft of a pulp-style detective comic-book story called Broken and a guy - whose name I can't remember but I thought was pretty good with a pencil - said he was up for illustrating it. Many, many, many months later, this one image found its way to my inbox so I mocked it up to see if it had legs.

...and even though it did have legs, that was where that story ended. Shame. 

Now my interest is piqued, I must dig back in the Box of Words and see if it's still around... 

Time To Play The Game... Almost

I always know when things are going well because time I usually spend writing things for here is swallowed up by writing things that will appear somewhere else. To reveal very little - I'm a third of the way through the first draft of novel that didn't exist two months ago. The idea came fully formed and wouldn't go away - not that I wanted it to.

Running, running, running... not fallen over yet and neither am I running with scissors. Just a fountain pen that's proving to be quite the work-horse. Here's a thing that I've learned over the last few weeks: when you buy a sexy notebook to work in, such as a Moleskine type-thing, you will want to write sexy things in it neatly and make it into the sort of notebook that looks like del Toro created magical wonders in there. Who knows, maybe one day an important library might want to archive it because you rocked so hard. 

But what you really need to do to get rolling when you're nowhere but standing on a cliff with your face to the wind, is buy a negasonic truck-load of yellow legal pads on which to hammer your words out without worrying about messing up your sexy Moleskine... and when you are done and have typed all your words up, you can burn them in the garden because The Dead need stories to relax at night too.

This is what I have learned to be my truth - and if you try it out, I think you might find it's yours as well.

Talking of The Dead needing stories too, I got wind of this coming down the line in the next few months. John Connolly's work is such a massive buzz for me, its one of the rare occasions I take two days off work to 'do it'. This one will be no exception - and so far, the man has never let me down.

The Independent quote on the cover does not lie, but like I say every year, if you're going to do this, you have to start at the beginning (which is Every Dead Thing).

I got nothing else to add right now. Busy doncha know.

File Under 'Fucking Wonderful'

Writing is going great this week (thanks for asking) but I won't set the Jinx Monster loose by saying anything else on that. It's enough to know that my head is together and work is being produced at a rate that pleases my soul. Is it coincidental that my iPhone has been on holiday to Apple HQ for some TLC and I have been without a pocket sized comms device for a little while? Perhaps.

It came back this morning. I synced it up, checked in on a few things and then put it out of the way but I guess there will come a day soon when we will have a showdown - and I kinda like the way I'm feeling about having written a lot. Maybe I should just learn to discipline myself.

Anyway, this evening, as a 'treat' for doing what I'm supposed to be doing and having kicked the hell out of the thing I wanted to get done today, I thought I'd watch a movie to celebrate. Something with monsters perhaps... but I get sidetracked when I found a film I meant to watch a couple of years back, never did and subsequently forgot all about.

It's called The End Of The Tour which is, more or less, a conversation between two writers: David Lipsky and David Foster Wallace - and yeah, that's where the title comes from - it really is fucking wonderful - even the poster is fucking wonderful:

It's on Netflix if you're of a mind to check it out.

A few weeks back, while I was working on some Big Bear Rescue things, I found this great advert:

I've never heard of this campaign before but sometime soon, I'll dig a little further and see what they like to do. Fucking wonderful advert regardless.

To wrap up... I also found this pic of the handwritten lyrics to Soundgarden's The Day I Tried To Live which I'm going to repost here just because it's cool as hell and if nothing else, goes to prove you don't need anything beyond a pencil to write a fucking wonderful song...

So in a nutshell, this post is nothing but some semi-interesting stuff I found when I wasn't doing what I should have been doing. In Writer-Land, we call that 'taking a break'. 

And then I shaved. 

28 Days Of Time Travel

February - which appears to have arrived a little faster than expected - was the month I had assigned to temporarily abandon all other projects and get my act together to finish/rewrite the Doctor Who script I started far too long ago and 'put to one side'. At the start of the year it seemed like a good time to go back to it... and then that Capaldi guy handed in his notice earlier this week, so either a) it's the worst time ever with Mr Moffat leaving as well or b) it's the best time ever because we'll be looking at a clean(ish) sheet.

Coming back to it after far too long a break, I was pleased to find - unfinished as it was - the damn thing more than stood up for itself. It would be dumb in the extreme to write any detail of it here but regardless of something or nothing happening to it, if it gets finished and is as good as I think it is, that's going right there in the win column because there's nothing like a bit of positivity to keep the writing spirits afloat.

I haven't found many albums in recent weeks that fired me up too much. In fact it's been something of a audio graveyard out there - until yesterday when I came across All These Countless Nights from Deaf Havana. If you're looking for some an album that's written properly (i.e. doesn't run out of steam by track four) spend a few hours in their company - it's been time well spent around here.

More later... I have to confess, I am missing my iPhone (which is due back at the weekend) when it comes to posting here. I didn't realise quite how much I used it for keeping things updated. 

Back Into The Deep

As promised a month or so back, I took some time to rework the Big Bear Rescue project for maximum effect. Thanks to Everpress for getting with the programme and making it easier for me to do just that. So...

The third Big Bear Rescue shirt is now alive and kicking and you can buy it right here. It was created by my most excellent friend Federico Amaterasu and it warms my heart to see this one out in the world. Please buy thousands of them just because it's that wonderful... I'll take care of the rest. It looks like this and for maximum impact down the line, is available for women and men in white only... it suits the design and gives the best kickback in the financials - and that's what its all about. If you want a red one, wash it with your pants. If you want a blue one, wash it with different colour pants. Simple.

A fair old whack of time ago, some of you might remember I adopted a Hammerhead Shark - I still 'have' it, though in the real world, it's taken a back seat to the bears when it comes to figuring stuff out. Today, I found this great story about Hammerhead DNA and wound healing which includes the quote:

“The immune system of sharks and rays has been battle-tested and evolved over hundreds of millions of years”

Which gives me licence to post a pic of one of my favourite creatures of the deep:

Posting a picture of a shark is always a good way to start the week don't you think? Maybe soon - once I'm into a good routine with the bears - I'll investigate how to get back on track with some ocean conservation.

For now... Le Fin.