It was lovingly pointed out to me this morning that my blogs are becoming non-existent. I cannot steer you away from this fact as the truth is here for all to see.
"Something must have happened!" came the rallying cry. I guess something must have but some of it is unbloggable. So maybe we should just get into the guts of what I can blog about:
A few days ago, I stumbled upon a rather large web community of people all taking part in a project called 101 Things in 1001 Days. I really like this idea, so I have spent nearly every spare moment I have compiling my list to start on January 1st (it just sounds neater). Still not sure whether or not to post the whole list here - when I've finished it may be fit for public consumption. Seemingly, the only basic rule is that your list must contain solid things that are definite and achievable. I came up with about 20 off the top of my head, rooted around in old notebooks for some more ideas and I'm still only in the mid-fifties.
I took the stance of creating the list into a few categories mostly so that the damn thing was balanced and some of the better things on the list (if not slightly dull) are No.23: Give blood three times a year (which I should anyway being AB RhNeg), No.7: Start a proper rubbish recycling system at home and No.31: Dedicate one evening to the kids doing whatever they want.
Of course, there's some horrendously selfish material here as well. No. 27: Get rest of tattoo finished (it's a long story... and very black, I may need any blood I happen to donate!), No.43 See Kiss in make-up one last time and No.14 Buy a surfboard.
The list continues and must be finished before Christmas kicks in. That will give me plenty to blog about, which brings me sort of full circle to No.3: Blog at Zodiac Lung every single day. Blog police at the ready please!
It's my birthday on Saturday, so I've opted to give myself the three day birthday special. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. Tomorrow, I'm going to check out The Day The Earth Stood Still because that's a great sort of birthday thing to do. Saturday will involve some kind of take-away and the X-Factor Final and Sunday, I might even treat myself to some sleep. At least it's a plan. I couldn't actually think of anything for anybody to get me for my birthday so I'll probably get nothing - there is however a rather tasty looking Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers compendium kicking about...
On the writing front, I'm taking a big stock of all these bloody projects and I've whittled them down to just two. Too Hot For Dogs needs finishing properly but we have agreed to resume after Christmas (which basically means while Charlie stuffs her face, I can catch up and hopefully finish it) and Almost Human is so nearly there, I can taste it. 50,000+ words down, 30,000ish still to go.
I also learned today that Jo Rowling earns a fiver a second. If that's not motivation enough to be even an eighth that successful, I don't know what is. (Quickly does some sums... an eighth of a fiver is er... 62 pence I think, which is about £37 a minute making um... about £2000 an hour... yeah. Whatever. Somewhere it that ballpark looks fine to me.)
More tomorrow then! I'm going to hit the sack with a very childish book - Skulduggery Pleasant - Playing With Fire. Don't knock it...
