Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." ~A.A. Milne
Short Black
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Dec 07
Dec 07
Out for the (Word) Count
‘K, so I finished the sucka. 50,000 words in thirty days, most (not all) of them complete fudge. It wasn’t without its casualties though – both fictional and real. After staying up until 3AM on the penultimate day, losing my literary virginity in a scotch-fuelled Mills & Boon-esque awkward encounter between the main character and his nemesis’s sister, I was up again at the crack of dawn to toss most of the characters onto a fire that engulfed the final pages of the novel. A glass of champagne later and it was into the car to drive through a sodden night down to Cornwall for the weekend.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
10,002 and counting…
My anti-hero, Robin Hartley, is doing very well thank you very much. He’s shacked up with that bird Cara I was telling you about. Very soon, I know – perhaps even too soon (we shall have to wait and see) – but its my story and I’m in charge. And I kinda wanted to get to the juicy stuff, ya know? I’ve got a pretty good idea of what that juicy stuff is gonna be (I’ll sneak in at least one more ’special’ frappuccino), but what I’m really enjoying is just letting the bastard free within some really light structure and seeing what the hell he gets up to.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Nothing Vulgar About Beetroot
I think I’m going to start a campaign for a revival of the 19th Century name for the beetroot – blood turnip. It’s an infinitely more evocative name for a humble root vegetable that has hidden depths. Today, many varieties of Beta vulgaris are grown around the world, (when was the last time YOU ate a Burpee’s Golden or a Bull’s Blood beet?)
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Nov 07
Nov 07
No Sleep till iPhone
Since that night there have been legal battles over the iPhone name, venomous exchanges on the interweb over the decision to lock it down, iBricks and silly bitches suing because they have nothing better to do. And, of course, the inevitable squealing of anti-Mac piglets suckled strongly onto Bill Gates’ swollen teats (he says, ducking).