My bank account might as well be smoking 60 Marlboro a day, it's that unhealthy. Thus, I got up this morning and decided not to be broke anymore. I think that's a mighty big step. I'm so used to either just about making it to the next pay day or hatching a skin of the teeth escape plan, that it's become the norm.
No more! It's not like I don't have any skills either. I have plenty to fall back on.. so long as it's something you want doing that's in the line of publishing (and laying wooden floor too. I found I was quite good at that).
Started reading a great book today - The Film Club by David Gilmour (not that David Gilmour). It's about this guy who let's his kid drop out of school because he hates it and they watch three films a week in the hope that one of them will inspire him to do something useful with his life.
It's delivered in a very bloggy fashion - if you're here becasue you're a blog-a-holic, it might be right up your street.
I also picked up a first edition of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell today for £1.50. There she was just lurking in the window display of a charity shop in mint condition. Result. Also got waylaid into picking up a copy of Walking With Dinosaurs for a couple of quid... I'm popular for all the wring reasons when I get home!
Then - horror of horrors combined with much joy - my dear friend Charlie, who I've just hooked up with again on Facebook (so it is good for something), posted a couple of pictures of me up there from 1987. That's 20 years ago. How the hell did that happen. Whoever said 'life is what happens while you're busy making other plans' hit the nail right on the head.
Our (that would be JJ and I) plans to take over the world with Dark Hollow are finally making the right kind of waves. I'm really looking forward to the end of the week when all of the demo material will go live, then we can really start lighting matches and throwing them all over the world. This also means I'd best get my act together and finish off the site tomorrow night otherwise we'll look like fools.
Oddly, I got a mailer in the post today from Mercedes pimping their new C class. Why? I don't have any money and they certainly wouldn't let me go for a test drive if I turn up there on Sunday. Still, the damn thing looks pretty hot and I'd be game for loaning one for a week and writing about it. If it can live through my kids, they deserve to ask for that sort of money!
When I picked Ellie up from Guides tonight, I walked back withthe vicar. Nice bloke. He knows as much stuff about the Knights Templar as me. I wonder if he drinks Budweiser? These days, those are the kind of nights out I can handle.
Just not tomorrow though... Torchwood. Game over.
Greatest thing in the inbox today: Blackout in the Red Room. Killer!
