lazy Sunday

Today I've mostly been reading Aimee Bender (thanks to Nik's endless prompts!) - dudes, check her out, she's the bomb - and watching Dan & Becs for the millionth time and laughing my ass off.  I reckon plenty of the humour of the series would be lost on non-Dublin folk, and I'm assume most of you fall into that category, but still, I'm having my fun. I've got a book review to write and a story crit to do, but in the meantime I've eaten my body-weight in chocolate-cornflake-cake.  I think I'll read The City And The City next.  I've no intention of leaving the flat today  My friend Kim is shutting down her blog; it was about her MA, and she's finished that course now, so it makes sense, but I'll miss it.  I can't wait to see her novella in print some day.  That's about all; carry on with your own Sundays, people.


Well!  Let's recap my last couple of weeks:

Most significantly, I think, I handed in The Dissertation.  This was less than two weeks ago, though it feels like tow months ago.  I queued for two hours to print and bind it on the Wednesday and handed it in straight after, and that was a massively anti-climactic moment (though I did high-five my lovely classmate to mark the occasion.)  I haven't looked at the novel since - though I've pondered it - I'm taking a few weeks off to relax, de-stress, maybe write some flash fiction, but mostly to recuperate and get settled into the two other things I've been doing:

Moving house.  We're now settled half a mile down the road in a nice new flat that isn't on the gas mains (screw you, boilers! I'm freeeee!) and has no visible mould.  Win.  The move was exhausting, as moves invariably are, but I'm unpacked and organised, and all that remains is to return a faulty desk to Ikea and get a replacement, and then I'll have my own little writing zone on the landing.  I'll probably continue to use the sofa, though - but shhh, that's unofficial.

Starting a new job.  I've got a temporary gig as a bookseller in Blackwell, Manchester, which so far rocks, though I'd forgotten how tiring full-time retail can be.  I'm flopping into bed at sill o'clock every evening and seem to have no time for writing, but this is my time-off zone, so never mind, and I'll get into the swing of it soon.  I did a lot of bookshop work when I was younger, and I love being around books all day, so big thumbs up for the job.

What else? I've a couple of flash-fiction publications coming up - more as and when they're out - and I've got a few books to review, so I'm not entirely slacking.  It's nice not having any real deadlines on - that post-university lull is pretty luxurious.

And how are you guys?

Gerard Woodward review

My review of Gerard Woodward's Nourishment is live at Bookmunch.

IOU a blog post

Guys, apologies, I haven't blogged in a million internet years (like dog years, but waaaay worse). Excuses: post-dissertation fatigue, moving house, new job and sheer laziness.  I'll get on the case very soon.  In the meantime, click here to read a very lovely review of my Bristol Prize story - thank you, Rob!