From Here To Eternity Without You

Thanks to a couple of interruptions - I have brought The Eternity Ring to an end. Now it's complete and ready to roll, I'm going to start pushing forward with plans to see if there is interest in releasing an illustrated version. I can't promise that will ever happen though so if you think you might be into it, don't hold your breath waiting for an alternative version... do you know how long an illustrated edition of something takes to come out even when there are big guns behind it and some money thrown into the pot. Then again... maybe that's the problem. File under pending. Anyway - I'm most pleased with it. I've never tried writing anything for children that's really for adults pretending to be children before (or possibly the other way around) - if you want to throw some feedback around, you know where I am but I'll also leave the comments open on the bottom of its own page so that you can throw stones in public if you wish. The whole shooting match will go live in the next couple of days (as I write it's been shipped out to the editing/proofing guys for crash testing) and that makes me happy.

What next? Well, for a couple of days I have a magazine to put to bed, then I intend to redesign and rebuild said magazine and alongside of that, I'm sweeping the table of all writing projects to get a final draft of The Family Of Noise under my nose... all writing projects except The Day The Sky Fell Down that is - which is more of a 'broken' style thing and currently has some momentum. Those are my two aims for the next few weeks.

Yep - I am addressing my biggest weakness of being able to focus. Let's see what happens.

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A couple of nights ago, Rhiannon was showing me a song she was learning for a music assessment at school. What it came down to was basically learning - parrot fashion - how to play Mad World on a keyboard. This she did - pretty damn impressively - by using a free app on her Nexus. Inspired by her slave like devotion to the app and getting the job done, I thought to myself "How hard can it be?" because there's something pretty damn cool about coming across a piano when you're out in the world, sitting down and banging something out for the people just because it's there.

So I added myself a task to the Day Zero project. In at number 79 with a bullet: Learn how to play a Harry Nilsson version of Without You (previously proclaimed 'the best song of all time' somewhere in the annals of this blog). It's very specifically one of Harry's versions that it has to be though. He was the one that brought it to the table and made it sounds like a woman had taken a sledgehammer to his soul. There have been other diva versions since, but for those, the song is nothing more than a platform to use to show how much range you can pound out.

No: the Nilsson version it must be. There are tutorials for everything on YouTube, so right now I'm working through them and trying to figure out which is the best. I figured the best way to do this, being as I don't play piano and never have, would be to take a 12 year old's approach to it and simply copy until it sounds right and then I'll figure out how to clean it up and add some sparkle to it. I have no doubt that playing it will be hard enough but then I'll need to add the vocals and that will be another adventure altogether...

Whatever happens, it's a nice distraction from writing. Not that I need one, but sometimes it's good to do something for no other reason than because it's there.

Here's Harry (audio not video) - I love this demo version. It's raw in the extreme and that's how it's got to be.

Kick Off The Year As You Mean Go On, Smith...

Lists can be pretty handy things. I got up this morning and made one of the things that really needed doing for the day job and then made another of some things that were hanging around in the wings that like to haunt me at night when I'm supposed to be sleeping. Day job aside, I finished typing up my longhand scrawl of The Eternity Ring late this afternoon which means I have a complete first draft. "Good work Mr Smith" he said to himself...

Cleaning up starts tomorrow to make sure I haven't done anything dumb within the timeline but as of about 10 minutes ago, I put out some feelers out for an illustrator to come on board with me. It will stand perfectly solidly by itself (and I might publish a limited edition text only version of it) but I think it's a story that could dance as well as sing with some art alongside of it. Updates to follow. At ten thousand words, I need to decide whether to call it a short story or a novella. Maybe it's just a story and that happens to be how long it is. Yeah, that sounds about right to me.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, there's a real hurricane brewing outside - not quite of biblical proportions but there's stuff blowing down the street, which is one way to get rid of your trash.

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OK, so I meant to post that yesterday - maybe even the day before - I'll carry on like nobody really cares anyhow. The illustrator feelers are out of the bag - work continues. Towards the end of January, I'm going to release The Eternity Ring in its story only format - I'm looking for half a dozen casual readers to hit me with some feedback. It doesn't matter if you've got a blog to talk about it. I'm more interested in whether you enjoyed it or not. Drop me an email using that Contact Me thing on the left and when finished fixing it up, I'll mail you a pdf file of it. For your trouble, there will be a tasty limited edition of it in the mail to you once it's ready in hardcopy format and maybe, just maybe if it all works out well, I'll remember you kindly when the illustrated version comes out too.

There are many, many reasons to be capable of dabbling in this sort of thing yourself but this is the best one. I can't imagine being powerless over the way your finished product might look when it finally goes out in public. I don't think I'll change my mind again - the soul seems quite happy with this.

Shoot To Kill (II)

I like getting questions. Nobody ever sends me questions. Probably because although I like getting questions doesn't always mean I like answering them - usually because people ask the wrong questions. Yesterday though, my buddy Scott asked me a peach. It looked like this: I've just finished re-reading (sober this time) Shoot To Kill - you interview with Fin Costello in BDWN. I enjoyed that chapter pissed first time around and wanted to return to it to take it in properly.

I may not have worked at the very top with the biggest bands, but there are so many similarities. I spent years shooting bands, (Californian punk mostly, with the Fat Wreck Chords label), travelling with them, hotel rooms, dressing rooms, I can relate to the whole thing. I earned their trust over time and they became good friends - there was nowhere I couldn't go.

I recently got invited to meet up with Bowling For Soup again on their farewell tour too. I didn't bother taking my camera. I'd spent seven years travelling and documenting everything they did in the UK already, so this time it was just to talk about all that we'd done and which photos they'd like for the book. I wandered around to the back of the venue, went inside and walked up to the dressing rooms, without a pass, unchallenged. I've always wondered why no one else did this. After the show I was stood chatting to the tour manager when one of the evening photographers asked me what an 'old guy' like me was doing at a BFS show! 

Do you think any of us photographers can ever make our mark like Fin? Everything seems so throw away now and everybody's at it.

Just wanted to say I found it a really interesting chapter. Great work Sir.

Oh yeah... that's a peach of a question alright. For the uninitiated, this is Fin Costello. If you're a music fan, there will be plenty you recognise - and this is Black Dye White Noise. This may be the longest blog post I've written in years. Hopefully, I can make it useful

That interview with Fin is from back in 2003 but I think all of the things he talks about are still relevant - not only that, but they are relevant to more than just the music business now time has moved on. You can also apply the same principles to writing that's for sure. The background of the story is that I interviewed Fin for a magazine I had just launched (Burn) and he gave more than I could ever have asked for. Hours of material. He was a true gent and unintentionally, taught me everything I know about how photographers should be treated - looking back, it might have only been how Fin wanted to be treated (which was with respect) but it all made perfect sense to me and still does. So:

Will any photographers ever make a mark like him?

Sadly, unless things change across the board, it's unlikely in the current climate. First of all, photographers (pro, amateur and everything in between) must stop giving their work away for free - even though they don't mean to. As you know all too well, as soon as a single image hits the web, it's dead meat. It can be around the world so fast that you have no hope of reclaiming it ever again. So the first rule must surely be, keep your work to yourself. Unless you want it to be a genuine free for all, you wouldn't do it with a song, a book or a movie. Assuming photographers think of their work as being in the same arena - why is it more prevalent with images than these other things? Do you all feel guilty that the web will be empty if visual treats without your contributions?

But that's not actually a real world proposition if you're trying to make a name for yourself. You want people to see your work and the web is great for that, but unless you have a client at the other end (an editor, a paid for commission etc) what the hell are you supposed to do with them? It probably seems like you won't get anywhere if you keep them to yourself. So, as far as I can see, a photographer needs to decide which side of the fence they sit on. Do you pull everything in and keep your cards close to your chest until such a time as you get a break or do you throw it to the four corners of the world and see what happens? The correct answer is that you keep them to yourself. Sounds harsh but hey, that's business for you. All the time you give your work away 'for free' and let it loose in the world without your knowledge, you're in no better a position really than a 12 year old with a mobile phone and a wi-fi connection.

Sounds harsh, but that's what I think should happen. That's what would separate the men from the boys but that is an ideal world scenario because it won't work unless other things come into line as well - media editors offering decent money for the work would be a good start. Being a mag editor, I know that money isn't as freely available as it used to be back in Fin's day, so those people are also in a hole. Everybody is in a hole and the root of the problem is that we've all got used to getting stuff for free. It's a good plan as a promotional tool but when promotion turns into "why is there no petrol in the car?" and "why is there nothing to eat today?" maybe you should have thought it through a little better.

There was a time when I would spend good money on a poster of a band - that's how I discovered Fin in the first place. Sometimes you can get lucky and find an editor who appreciates what you do but I think we (I do class myself as one of them) are few and far between. Switch places and you wouldn't find an editor of a mag spending four hours making your work look great for the love of it. You can pretty much guarantee that. That's a bit simplistic but I think it gets the point across. I'm sure most people think you just turn up with a camera hanging off your shoulder, rattle 1000 shots off digitally, send them in and walk away with more cash than you know what to do with.

Do they teach you this at university if these are your plans? They should do.

The other thing that's important here is that nobody seems to have a freaking clue about what's good anymore. Either that or nobody cares because information floods at you now instead of being carefully chosen by you. In music, the CD killed off most artistic cover work and mp3 put the final nail in. Now that we're streaming instead of downloading (or at least I am) - what happens next?

They are not all like this by any means - the shot of Rebecca Ferguson's album cover that I posted yesterday, is a stunning shot. Nice work whoever shot that... and RIGHT THERE is your problem - and even now that I've had a cursory look for who shot it, that info is not easy to come by.

Back in Fin's day, you had the album sleeve. We would sit around for years with those damn sleeves and read them over and over while we listened. You knew who produced stuff, who wrote songs, who shot the cover - and I think (I hope) within the industry, that was out of respect for everybody being a cog in the big machine. You play nice. You get remembered. You turn up, you get let in. You could call up David Lee Roth and he would remember you. You knew the manager and the tour bus driver and you treated them all the same because the clock doesn't work if one of the cogs gets fucked up. Basically, you could get things done. The more you got things done, the more the people with the money would just trust you to work out what the client (the band) wanted and know (for the most part) that what they would get back would work. (If you're interested, that's one of the reasons why I moved the photo credits on the cover of Skin Deep to the cover instead of burying it on the contents page. It's just the way I think things should be done. I don't know if other mags do this or not. I only read Vanity Fair these days but as far as I can see they are still very respectful of photography and still treat it well - but they are quite old school).

As for everything being throwaway. I agree. I hate it. I hate it so much, I've given the world what it asked for and thrown/given all my things away in some desperate stab at regaining control. I own no compact discs anymore, stream all my music via rdio but I do have a record deck for the things I really care about - plus it gives me something to do when travelling. Do you know how hard it is to find old vinyl that's not been to hell and back. I have no DVD's and I'm working on my books to the point that I only want books with effort put into their presentation on the shelf - the rest might as well be an ebook or an audiobook because - if you're not going to package it like you mean it (respect it?) - why the hell should I show everybody in my life your half assed effort?

It's probably a fruitless stand but it's a stand I like to make. It's going to be a long time before people want quality stuff in their lives anymore. It's the Facebook mentality of "live fast, die young and tell everybody about it" because "I want to be important too". Don't get me started on it but I can never resist an opportunity to say again that Facebook is the slug of the internet garden. It's ugly, pointless, will eat everything in sight regardless of what it is and you can't kill it. I tried putting salt on it one day just to make sure but just made a mess on the table.

Finally... the comment you make about being an "old guy" at a show. I suspect we all used to be like that. Then I became an "old guy" - not that old admittedly, same age as you in fact. Time moves on and you get a bit more respectful about it because if you don't, you're just going to end up being that "young guy" who was hot for ten minutes - or at least until the even younger guy came up behind you and kicked your ass into oblivion. Which is more or less the same as the story that Fin tells about being treated like shit when he went to shoot Train - when the guys in charge found out what he had done in his career, the rules changed. And I dare say that if good money hadn't been involved, Fin would have told them all to go fuck themselves.

So - on a positive note, if anybody reading wants to be remembered like Fin, Mick Rock, Bob Gruen, Ross Halfin, Scarlet Page and there are many, many others - you better get your shit together, (not you personally, I'm just speaking generally here). If anybody else is reading - and I don't profess to know everything, this is just how it appears to me - be an decent human being of a cog whilst also getting pretty good at not taking shit from fools. Talk to the waitress like a real person. Talk to the guy who holds the door open at the hotel, he has dreams too. The guy who is serving you coffee hasn't made a career choice there. Don't be a dick because frankly, you're just not that important - play nice and you can make good art (yep - stole that from Gaiman and I don't care) and if you make really good art and aren't a dick, people will ask for you and remember you.

That - I think is how it should and could work but there's one hell of a long way to go. I guess some might say that it's OK for me or that I'm older and don't need to fight the same, but I paid my dues. When I started out, I turned up at 2pm hundreds of miles away from home and waited for a band if I wanted an interview. I've slept on stations, under trees, in photo booths - once even under a car because it was raining (which was stupid) all because I wanted to work for Rolling Stone. That didn't happen - in fact I never worked for any of the music magazines. So I stuck two fingers up at them and decided to do it myself. I'm not a name anybody would throw into the arena when it comes to music writing but that road led me somewhere else that I love just as much.

Finally... I think there are enough tools out there for photographers (or whatever else) to make their own way. Put a book together of your total best. Make it kill. Invest in the best "one copy only" print on demand service you can get. Shop it around. Make yourself hot property - don't throw it away on Facebook for the sake of somebody giving you a big thumbs up. Make ten copies and send it to your favourite bands management companies of nobody will give you the time of day.

Fortune favours the brave and all that. What we need right now is for someone to break the shitty mould that's been left behind by accountants.

Phew. Did I actually answer anything at all here?

As an afterthought/footnote - and I think Fin says this at the close of that interview - if you're busy, you won't know you're 'making it' at all. One day, after many years, you will stop for a moment for some odd reason - maybe you've run out of milk -  look back and say 'holy shit - look at all this work I've done'. The train of thought today is that you have to 'make it' but it's not something that's up to you decide even if you're fantastic at what you do. All you can do is The Work and the public will decide the rest...

When you're shooting Aeromsith in 1974, you don't know they are going to be huge. You do your best work - that's all you can do. The rest is nothing more than the world turning in a certain direction - but if you never turned up to take the shot, you're not even in the game.

Here Be Monsters

I always figured myself to be quite clued up on the monsters of the world but looking at this excellent Lake Monsters of America map - handily provided by Atlas Obscura - I find that I am indeed, wrong. Take a look:

 I've never heard of the Horse-Headed Alligator before now. That's a monster I'd really like to see - not that I've seen many of the others, but that one I think would be really something. Not sure about the Monster Fish however - that sounds pretty normal to me. Anyway - nice work on the map everybody. If anybody reading can be bothered rustling something up for the UK - or even better, Europe - bring it.

And on the subject of infographics (is that an infographic or just a map? I can't tell the difference anymore), I've kept this little nugget of gold in a folder for weeks now. I came across it when I was putting the Sci-Fi Tattoos together and then forgot all about it, but being as we're in the house so to speak, this is a good time to deliver it to you. If you've never seen the movies, move along the bus - there will be nothing to see here:

 Being as I mentioned it, between now and Christmas, Jazz have bundled together Sci-Fi Tattoos, Comic Book Tattoos and Horror Tattoos together for £20 - £19.99 if you want to be picky about it - which is a pretty good deal. Next day delivery too. You can find it here.

Tunnel Vision

Posting here has taken a little bit of a back seat this week due to the riotous task of typing up chapter upon chapter from the notebooks. I swear there must be at least 60,000 words of material which is great... and it would be one hell of a lot of easier if I could read my own handwriting sometimes. Determination has set in now to wrap up The Family Of Noise and it shall be done. With a plan to abandon all the usual ports of call to sell a novel these days, which includes iBooks and Amazon, and sell directly from here in all digital formats, a limited edition hardback run alongside a (reasonably) never ending supply of print on demand softbacks (I much prefer that to the term paperback - I don't know why) I should really be thinking about a promotional plan to go along with it. If you want to use a gardening analogy, right now I have a packet of seeds, some good compost and a big garden to dig in. Next stage - readying the earth I think, followed by planting the seeds and letting the roots do their thing.

That's what I should be doing writing, typing or planning - instead (apart from the day job of course) I have been installing baby gates to keep Hector where he should be and out of places he shouldn't be, stripping old silicone sealant from the bath and putting new stuff in... things like that. I read an interview with P.D. James a couple of days ago and she was talking about how she works these days and about "the time the person comes in during the morning to type all of my dictated notes" - and I wondered if I would ever be like that. I can't see it myself. I hear all of the things people say about 'you're a writer - you should just be writing', but there's another part of me that says 'If you're gonna open a restaurant, you better be good at washing up'. That way, you're feet will stay firmly on the ground and nobody can make a mistake that you can't claim as your own.

Sounds nice though... just writing and leaving everybody else to do the dirty work. That would leave me with lots of time for installing baby gates, re-sealing the bath and other household jobs that need attending to.

Hmm.

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In the cracks of all of that, I've been trying to catch up with the recent Anglo/French serial The Tunnel, which while I'm quite enjoying it and it's well made, well acted etc... appears to be a plot point for plot point rip-off of The Bridge - the excellent Swedish/Danish thriller that ran a few years back. Maybe they thought that if the viewers only had to read only one set of sub-titles, that would raise the viewing figures?

And they would have been wrong...

Spiral anybody?

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I've been making some serious inroads with my "non-buying of stuff" commitment. Sort of. I haven't bought a physical copy of a magazine for the whole of this year choosing instead to do all my mag buying on the iPad. An interesting thing has come of this. Around July, I stopped buying any magazines even digitally apart from Vanity Fair (which as I've said before is excellent on the iPad and one of the very few that bothers to still deliver proper wiring and photography) and found myself buying comics again via Comixology instead.

Funny... the magazine habit was originally fuelled because I love them - or rather I used to love them before they all became inane copies of each other with increasingly low production values in search of getting more return on their pound/dollar/euro/whatever. Conversely, I stopped buying comics simply because they don't really sell them in the places I tend to be and, whenever I go into the local comic store, there's never what I really want despite what I'm absolutely sure are his best efforts. Comixology on the other hand... well I can hit that at three in the morning if I so desire and they deliver a killer product. Yeah, yeah, I kinda miss the old shit too, but I'm buying comics again which I wasn't before and I adore the reading experience of Comixology. Not saying you should do it... not saying you shouldn't. I'm saying that you should try it out and decide for yourself - and you should start with Trillium by Jeff Lemire.

Anyway - pre-kindle/iPad/smartphone boom - somewhere in the years gone by on here, I made a statement (which I didn't tag and can therefore not actually find) that went something along the lines of this: One day, all mass fiction will be delivered digitally because there is no need for it to be delivered otherwise. It's just a story waiting to be read. I still believe that to be true. I then followed it up by stating that the only books that would be published as hard product would be those that delivered something extra... art books, big photography books... those kinds of things. I still believe that too - there has to be some value put back into the things that we love other than this dumb-ass distribution/price war that goes on between bookstores and supermarkets.

And it has happened - not from a place or author that I expected it to though. The book is called "S" and it comes from the minds of JJ Abrams and Doug Dorst (yeah - that JJ Abrams). First of all, watch this:

and then this:

and then go out - to a real bookshop (you're thankfully unlikely to find it elsewhere) - put your money where my mouth is, find this, buy it and love it.

You won't be disappointed. It's beautiful - when you get it home, don't be opening it and dumping the contents all over the table to check them out either. As if that wasn't just peachy all by itself, I just found out that it also comes as an e-book produced for the iBook store and has all of the contents available in that version too.

You can read a full story about it here.

This Road Is Littered With Scarecrows And Faeries

I've discovered this weekend - but really knew it all along - that writing a book is not simply a matter of turning up at the page. It's half the battle for sure, but when the words that come out of the end of your fingers don't match up to the vision you had in your head, this causes trouble. I'm certain that I'm not alone in this find either - and why did that word 'battle' slip so easily into this paragraph? Surely the writing thing should be a joy, not a war to be won by beating nobody but yourself up. Yesterday, this is exactly what happened. I sat down to push forward with The Family Of Noise and wrote an easy chapter that, by the time I had finished, simply didn't belong. I put it to one side and decided it could perhaps be something in its own right. This is not the first time this has happened but it is the first time I've actually set something aside to do something constructive with. Would it be bad to admit that if, in the past, something didn't fit it found itself in the trash with no hope of a return to the real world? I guess it's not worth thinking about because the trash has been emptied. If writers pull stories from a big pool in the sky - as I believe they do - then it's only fair that if you're not going to do anything with the fish you caught, you should throw it back for somebody else to pick up and make a meal out of.

It won't be a very long story but the story is there to be told and I'm claiming it as my own. This fish is coming home with me and this fish is called Scarecrow. My gut reaction is to work with somebody to illustrate it. It's not a children's story but it's not an adult story either. It's just a story and maybe people that like stories will like it. I even know who I want to illustrate it so I had best get it into some kind of shape to send it to him and see if he wants to work with me.

Meanwhile, after that unexpected fish had been caught, I returned to what I was supposed to be doing and really did finish what I intended to in the first place - and it was much better than I expected it to be even though it took me down a road I wasn't expecting. This has made for a day of figuring out where to go next with it but... so far, so good. I like it this way. If I have no idea what's going on, the reader has not a hope in hell.

I'm massively aware that there's a lot of talk from me at the moment about finishing things off and anybody reading must imagine there to be something like ten projects all waiting to be wrapped up and you wouldn't be wrong. I've tried working on only one project at a time but it doesn't work for me. I much prefer this concept of working on several canvases at a time and seeing how things turn out. So while the actual work might take some time to reach its destination, at least we had a good trip, saw some cool things out of the window along the way and met some great people. It's the difference between launching the Maps app on your phone, following the voice and the route that everybody else will be taking, getting where you're supposed to be going quickly and efficiently or getting in the car with a vague idea of where you're going but being as nobody is really expecting you at the other end, why not take a look around and be inspired along the way. Those inspirations lead to other adventures and so it goes on...

There's a part of me that says this is wrong, but I spend my life working to deadlines (fast and sharp deadlines too) with the magazine, so I'm not going to beat myself up about it.

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On my travels of putting the science fiction book together - note to self: remember to put a page up for it as it goes on sale next week - I found many incredible sights that don't really come under any heading at all. One of them was the work of Henry Justice Ford. I had never heard of him before but he was one serious motherfkr when it came to making shit up and is most famed for his work on Andrew Lang's Fairy Books. Here's some of his work - why there isn't more jaw-droppingly incredible work like this out in the world today is beyond me:

But I remain hopeful all the same because my buddy Richey Beckett has this beautiful print available for sale right here - snap it up before they're all gone:

Mr Bad Example

Decided to take the day off today and not do anything at all. Nothing - aside from dropping a blog post here anyway. What better way to spend your day off than watching a whole season of Californication. I think this one is my favourite - we're talking season three here - it's the one were there's a comatose stripper in his room and one by one, all of his dumped lovers (from the previous episode) turn up until finally, there' an apartment full of half naked conflict that doesn't come to a halt until Rick Springfield accidentally sets fire to the bedroom. Are you sold yet?

Anyway, after being rumbled by his daughter, there comes the closing scene in which Hank is trying to explain to her why he's an idiot - and he comes up with this:

"I started out with the best of intentions. I guess I just wanted them all to see it - the thing that makes them special. That's all anybody wants: to be seen, to be recognised."

And right there, in those few sentences, is the entire weight of the world explained in a nutshell. I truly believe that. The whole shooting match of life figured out in a sex comedy. Now you know what I know, you too can be at peace knowing that most people just want validation in the world.

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If that's not reason enough to be happy with the world today, how about watching the new Machete Kills trailer - and because I'm feeling good, you can watch it right here without going anywhere else. Knock yourselves out:

And while I'm flaunting stuff in your face that's worth a damn, a few days ago, I came across this Sherlock Holmes tattoo. Absolutely, without doubt, the best of its kind I have ever seen. The man is question is JJ Osman - good work Sir...

So what else is a man to do on his day off? Well, he could clean up a folder on his desktop of some pictures he had collected along his digital journey. I may have posted this before but it can stand repeat viewings. If this book doesn't exist yet, give it time, give it time:

That's all for now folks. You gotta love the down time for what it is.

Maybe I should watch Ferris Bueller...

Frosting On The Railroad

The diary is getting full - no complaints here though. Next month (that would be September if I have my facts correct) sees a double-headed working trip to Colorado, delivering the first draft of The Family Of Noise to my pseudo-agent, wrapping up the Sci-Fi Tattoos book and a house move on the cards - throw into the mix that the day I come back from the States, Eleanor leaves to go to some week long 'thing' in Dubai and that's September pretty much finished before it has begun. Also on the cards somewhere in there is a meeting about re-booting The Ballad Of The Goat-Faced Boy project which I have medium-sized hopes of getting back on the table after it fell off. Not that I actually have a diary - I can't think of anything worse then having a diary when you have lots on your plate. That would be just one big fat reminder of all the things you hadn't done.

Talking of things I haven't done - I have quite a long short story that I need to wrap up: The Run-Along Man Sells Spoons. It's quite something - well I like it anyway. Now I have written that down I think I may have mentioned it here before. It needs shopping out into the big wide-world somehow so I'm going to take some time out soon and see if I can talk anybody into playing host to Arthur Conan Doyle crosses paths with Monster Magnet. It's clocking in at 10,000 words right now - so that's quite a long short story really. Let's see how it wants to end and take it from there.

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I used to love magazines for their own sake - that ought to be obvious being as I've spent most of my adult life around then in some form or other. Is it my imagination, or are they suffering badly right now? My own mag aside (obviously as I'm not allowed to have an opinion about that) , the only other magazine I buy and read without fail every single month is Vanity Fair. (I love the way the distributors think they know the mag and choose to sell it amongst women's magazines almost as much as I love the way they think they know my mag and choose to sell it either with bike mags or up on the top shelf). Vanity Fair is excellent  - it has world class writers, doesn't skimp on the photography, has superb thought behind the production and the iPad edition rocks hard too. I take a lot of cues from Vanity Fair but hopefully, nobody can tell.

So, this week, I picked up a copy of National Geographic Traveller hoping for inspiration because I love travel writing when it's from the heart. But that's not what I got...

What I got, mostly, was 180 odd pages of watered down press releases that do nothing more than appease advertisers. There's a couple of good (even great) features in there but for the most part, that's not what I expected from National Geographic at all. When you see a story about New York and the intro says "If you think you've seen New York, think again" and the pictures that follow are of the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Grand Central and a shot of the skyline... well it doesn't bode well for wanting to really get into the guts of the thing. When did readers become stupid and lazy? (I'm tempted to state here that it was the day they switched the internet on but it's asking for trouble).

That left me with two trains of thought:

1. Mail National Geographic and tell them that when they were tired of their editor, they should maybe give me a call. I'm not perfect but that mag needs some big steel balls if National Geographic are going to keep their reputation intact going forward. Then again, what the hell would they do with a loose cannon on the deck?

or:

2. Start my own travel writing blog where I could see if I was able to back up Point 1 in relative safety. Yeah... it's easy for me to sit here and take a pot shot but in my defence, I'm not doing it anonymously. Could I be good at travel writing? Could I be great at travel writing? Could I be the most loved and hated travel writer of all time?

Not a clue. Let's build a blog to work with and see how that pans out. I'll be sure to mention it when it goes live and you can all pile in with your size tens if you wish.

Anyway, if you want travel writing done properly, pick up a copy of the book (or audiobook - which is also top notch) Travels With Charley from John Steinbeck. It may be over 50 years old but hey, Game. Set. Match as far as I'm concerned.

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On which subject - take a look at this train which is run by Renfe I believe - it's a luxury cruise liner and I would give many, many right arms (don't care who they belong to) to write a story about it for... well, I'd write about it for anybody to be honest. If you guys pick this up from a tag, sincerely... drop me a line and let's set something up.

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That was a lot of words without even so much as a picture break, so to make up for it, here's The Posies performing the entire - yeah, ENTIRE - Frosting On The Beater album at Donostikluba 2008 (which I believe is in San Sebastian). Go make tea first... it's over an hour long.

Home

Been away on holiday. After all of that posting a couple of weeks back about missing the home front, we packed the car and went exploring.

As luck (or perhaps good management) would have it, I found myself on a hillside I've always been on good terms with. The hillside consists of something like twenty five different fields of which, one is really, really small and for as long as I can remember has had something of a reputation for 'allowing' other things to live in it. I won't explain because explaining stuff takes the magic away.

Anyway, I'm in this field and the er... 'thing' that lives there hands me a mental picture of a Funeral Stone. I didn't know what a Funeral Stone was either, so don't sweat it - some of it will become clear (a lot) later. I got a little obsessed over this stone and figured I needed to find it - at which point, I was handed (in the same way) a map of how to find it.

Thus, we filled the car up (again) and hit the road. Several hours later that also took in a 20 mile dirt track and a head on 'almost' incident with a large farm vehicle, I  got us across what I can only term as Hobbit terrain.

And now I have decided that some things should possibly not be spoken of...

I may come back to this post another day.

Storm

It's 2.30am and I've just witnessed a real 'calm before the storm'. I put my pen down after a long writing stint only because there was lightning outside, so I went to investigate.The sky is full and heavy with black clouds that look like they've been created with CGI but there's nothing else. It's not hot or cold. There's not a whisper of a breeze. No animal noises, no cars... not a damn thing. Even the animals in the house are remarkably quiet. I can't quite describe it other than to say, the world outside appears to have stopped - almost as though it's waiting for something important to happen. It's times like this that you can cut through modern science and its matter of fact way of destroying everything magical and understand why Gods were put in place by way of explanation. It's late and I'm tired - but I think I'll pull up a garden chair, smoke a few cigarettes and see how this is going to pan out for a little while. Somewhere out here, are the answers to everything.

A Murder of One

Amendment to post from a couple of days ago - I think it was a couple of days ago, they're all blurring together at the moment - the one in which I said something like I had time to get a move on with Raised on Radio. Well, I have, but not quite as much as I thought. This afternoon, after signing off on Horror Tattoos, I opened the dreaded 'schedule'. Once upon a time, it even looked like a schedule but now it just looks like a list of titles with some numbers next to them that I presume are dates. By itself, that might be fine - it's the added notes that scare me to the point of squirrelling myself away with the first season on Mad Men for longer than is healthy. The 'schedule' says that I need to deliver the next book in the sequence in about eight weeks for an early August launch. This is the one that I have the choice with of science fiction or comic books as a subject matter - of which I'm going to head for comic books based on nothing other than I need a change of pace from 'those kind of outlandish worlds' and instead will choose 'a different outlandish world'. Regardless of the work itself, I find myself looking forward to getting stuck into this one too. It will be interesting to see what turns up along the way - I already have some really fine interview subjects lined up but right now, I'm quite content to let the dust settle in my brain before I go searching for junk again.

Or at least part of me is - I've also got this overwhelming need to finish something else. I've started many books, more than 80% have fallen by the wayside, waiting to be turned into something that can carry a story for the full length of the journey. Turn The Lamp Down Low is big and needs time because it... well, it kind of does its own thing and it's written under certain circumstances so I can handle that one taking a while. No... it's this other book - A Murder Of One - that's poking me in the ribs on a daily basis. The damn thing wants to be finished more than anything. Eleven chapters down - not quite sure how many left to go but it's telling me it's past the halfway point.

One thing I do know is this - this one needs to go out to the 'big shops'.

James Herbert: Thanks Man...

I just this very minute learned that James Herbert died a couple of days ago. That's pretty sad. Although his best days as one of the premier horror authors in the world are best viewed in the rear view mirror, me and his work had some good times together. Sigh.

I Remember Now...

Back in 1992/93, when the 'band' was rolling at its finest, I went through a period of songwriting in which I blanked everything. I didn't buy any records, I didn't go and see any tours (and even though I missed some great bands, I still don't regret it) and I tried as much as possible to not be influenced by anything. It's really hard to do when everyone around you is doing the exact opposite but it was during that period that I came up with some of my best material - yeah, I know, that's a matter of perspective but in the big scheme of all the songs I wrote, those were definitely the best no matter what. I'm thinking that it might be time for such an event to happen again - with a few bolt-ons. Internet blackout as much as I can (given the day job), no news, papers, magazines, no radio talk shows (that means music only - something I can more than cope with) - those kinds of things. I'm tempted to blackout the books too and I'm pretty sure I can do it. Downtime will be fed with a few picked off TV shows and some trips to the movies.

The point of all this? Finishing work off and finding my own voice again. I'm giving way too much attention to others when I need to be occupying that space for myself. Does that sound dumb-ass? It's not supposed to but I need to take control. It's a good plan. I've also been reading about how Winston Churchill threw the rule book out when it came to 24 hours in a day. He recreated his day to be eight hours long, then slept for four and ran it in a cyclical fashion for the rest of his life. I don't know if this is true or not but it sounds great. Eight hours on/four off sounds like you could jam a mega-ton more into a day than normal people. How would that work out? Let's see what happens if we start this on a Monday:

Wake at 9am.

Sleep at 5pm.

Wake at 9pm.

Sleep at 5am

Wake at 9am

Sleep at 5pm

Wake at 9pm and so on...

I guess what you'd benefit from this is a whole working day and then a whole other eight hours during the night when you can do a ton of stuff that you didn't expect to for another eight hours - but you'd still be ready to roll at nine the next day without missing a beat. The initial start time might need adjusting otherwise there could well be starving children not too happy about that at all, but I think we could get around it with some proper thought attached.

Actually, it needs a lot more thought...

Anyway, the point of that was to get closer to my own voice. It's surprising how much the things you let in influence you without you really knowing about it. Not that I think I'm drifting away from myself - I prefer to call it sharpening the saw - but when you see a blunt edge coming... best do something about it.