I haven't been updating this blog as frequently as I'd like. Here's a set of excuses:
(1) NaNoWriMo. So far, so good on that front. I'm a bit behind on today's wordcount, but I was ahead yesterday, so it balances. The main thing is the each chapter is being sketched out, albeit in horrible, nasty, rough and shameful forms. The blank pages are getting filled so that (cross your fingers) the real work (editing) can begin next month. I prefer editing. I vastly prefer editing. The first draft is an awful splurge that makes me want to die. Normally I edit as I go, making the writing a slow, inch-along process, but I think with the novel I have to blast out a complete version, or else I get too hung up on the early chapters - to come extent, this is what slowed me down on the MA. That, and a certain silliness in the plot. Anyway, it's coming along, and taking up a few hours every day. How are you guys getting along?
(2) Large amounts of rage. My bike was stolen again; I've been phoning the insurance people constantly, and filling in all sorts of ridiculously detailed forms. How did the thieves get into your building? I don't know! If I knew, I might have been able to do something about it! I'm not in bloody cahoots with the bastards. Sigh. They'll tell me soon if they'll pay out, and if they won't, well, I know where their offices are and there might be havoc. I only work part-time - Ive got hours to kill each day that could be spent nanowrimo'ing, OR could be spent harassing insurance fuckers. Anyway, in the meantime I've been distracted by unhealthy levels of anger and long stints of googling replacement bikes. Again. 2010 is the Year of the Bike Thief Wanker.
Those are my excuses; now, onto the self-promotion! The Bridport shortlist was published last weekend: one of my flashes was shortlisted (yay!) and my writing friend and colleague, Claudia Abbot, was awarded a supplementary prize in the short story section. Double yay! And my twitter pal, Kirsty Logan, came third! So celebrations all round. Plus the Bugged book got a mention in the news and my Bristol Prize story got printed in the latest issue of the Bristol Review of Books - the headline of the article was Flash O'Riordan, which I liked. It makes me sound very dynamic. Maybe it should be my nom de plume.