I think I'm on a roll.
I've decided to create some er... how shall we put it? Broadcast-able material. Some run-throughs I've been running up so far indicate that it will take the format of a radio show. There will be some music, there'll be some chat and... well, what else could there be? I guess the chat may not only be mine but that's generally the sum total of the contents of a radio show, right?
Anyway, a working title for it right now is The Dope Show. Estimated time of completion? I have no idea but I'm working on it.
Long time visitors will likely recognise this:
I wrote The Language Of Thieves & Vagabonds a fair while back and released it initially in a low-key short run and also unleashed it for the kindle, but when my stocks of the softback ran out, I killed it off. With things being different now and Bad Hare being around, I decided to make it available again. The cover's been redesigned to sit comfortably with all the others and it's available now - here - in a new softback format where you'll also find whatever else I have to say about it...
...and doing this has made me feel a lot less like a lame-ass than I did yesterday and that's always a good thing.
Yesterday, I found I needed something new to read. I was supposed to be in a period of enforced non-reading in order to write, but this was not to be. An hour in the bookstore revealed nothing of any value to my trained eye, which is a crying shame. Nothing but all the books I had seen before Christmas and a whole bunch of books on dieting... a situation which obviously calls for drastic measures.
Rummaging around in the memory for books I had promised myself I would read but had subsequently forgotten about, I trawled the notebooks until I re-discovered the notes I had made on Karl Ove Knausgård until I found what I was looking for and went back out to find a copy of 'A Death in the Family', the first book in his autobiographical sequence 'My Struggle', which for obvious reasons gathered more than its fair share of attention when it was first released.
It's been kind of busy around here but I've read the first few pages and once I've moved a few things out of the way, I'm going to sink my heart and soul into this because it appears to deserve it. It's been a while since I've been excited about a book that's not mine.
An added bonus in this, is that Knausgård looks like this:
He looks like a writer who writes - not a writer that spends time worrying about things that don't matter. I believe at some point in time, he said: "I'd rather write than be happy."
I can relate to that. (My version of the same ideal went like this: "Now I've broken all my toys, words are all I have left to play with," but I think I prefer his).
Go look for yourself. I think you might like him.
Lot's more to tell but I must wait for things behind the scenes to kick in before I reveal the chocolate.
Have a beautiful day pretty people...