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Friday 6:45p.m.
Since I started re-writing my next blockbuster about three weeks ago, I must have done at least four hours work on it. At this rate I might have it finished next century! After that, I'll stick it on my webpage and make sure the links are all funged up like for the last eight months so that no one ever reads it. But I haven't been writing much.
It wasn't always thus. Until last year I worked full time for five years in a chop chop bang bang job. Despite this, I managed to write two kidbooks, re-write The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf, and re-write Bomber. Last year when I was working half time, I managed a 20,000 word first draft of the current thingy. But I used to write a lot more than that.
Where has all the time gone? Well, I'm meditating probably over thirty hours a week easy and I've got an allotment to dig, and weed sometimes, or else the councilman will write me nasty letters and I won't be able to listen to the tweety birds through the chicken wire windows with any sense of peace at all.
I haven't got a title for the current book yet. Been toying with HOTBOY AND THE TALLYBAM TIMS, but no one except me will understand what that means. Since no one except me is liable to read it, that might not matter!
By the way, folk do come to this site looking for stuff about agents. If you're not a Masai Warrior, or a Martian, but want to know how not to get an agent (I'm an expert on that!), you could do worse than look at this post. If you were interested in getting into ra bliss, this is a good spot. If you want to know where to get the most southerly hamburger on the planet, you could go to the Unheard of and McDonald Islands here.
I was watching the telly on Wednesday night. Sylvester (No one ever called me Tweety Pie) Stallone in Get Carter. Then there's this guy appears playing a Bill Gates part. I met him in a toilet in the old Traverse Theatre about 1985. I knew he was an actor and the bar was shutting and I wanted to get into this party they were having for specially invited people in the theatre space. Great place for a party, by the way. Seats like a Roman amphitheatre, but you could roll them back and a brilliant sound system, it being a theatre and all. He got me in. You had to know the combination on the security door.
You're an actor, aren't you? Well, I write radio plays. One day I might be rich and famous and if you don't get me into this party, you've no fung chance of getting into one of my plays, pal. (You've got to imagine this in a charming Lanarkshire half pissed accent!).
I'm sure this inspired this boy and helped him become huge on Broadway in Cabaret and then get into a big movie with Mr Stallone. He was really good in it as well. I think he's called Alan Cummings.
Another reason why I haven't done any work on my book to speak of is that every time I go to the computer I look at my email. Adolf told me to get an email alert or I'd miss posts. So I look at my emails and usually end up here blogging!
The partner is oft to Vladivostok again for twelve days from tomorrow. The daughter flew the nest last Saturday. Soon nobody will be in except me. Here comes ra bliss! Here comes ra bliss!
Since I started re-writing my next blockbuster about three weeks ago, I must have done at least four hours work on it. At this rate I might have it finished next century! After that, I'll stick it on my webpage and make sure the links are all funged up like for the last eight months so that no one ever reads it. But I haven't been writing much.
It wasn't always thus. Until last year I worked full time for five years in a chop chop bang bang job. Despite this, I managed to write two kidbooks, re-write The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf, and re-write Bomber. Last year when I was working half time, I managed a 20,000 word first draft of the current thingy. But I used to write a lot more than that.
Where has all the time gone? Well, I'm meditating probably over thirty hours a week easy and I've got an allotment to dig, and weed sometimes, or else the councilman will write me nasty letters and I won't be able to listen to the tweety birds through the chicken wire windows with any sense of peace at all.
I haven't got a title for the current book yet. Been toying with HOTBOY AND THE TALLYBAM TIMS, but no one except me will understand what that means. Since no one except me is liable to read it, that might not matter!
By the way, folk do come to this site looking for stuff about agents. If you're not a Masai Warrior, or a Martian, but want to know how not to get an agent (I'm an expert on that!), you could do worse than look at this post. If you were interested in getting into ra bliss, this is a good spot. If you want to know where to get the most southerly hamburger on the planet, you could go to the Unheard of and McDonald Islands here.
I was watching the telly on Wednesday night. Sylvester (No one ever called me Tweety Pie) Stallone in Get Carter. Then there's this guy appears playing a Bill Gates part. I met him in a toilet in the old Traverse Theatre about 1985. I knew he was an actor and the bar was shutting and I wanted to get into this party they were having for specially invited people in the theatre space. Great place for a party, by the way. Seats like a Roman amphitheatre, but you could roll them back and a brilliant sound system, it being a theatre and all. He got me in. You had to know the combination on the security door.
You're an actor, aren't you? Well, I write radio plays. One day I might be rich and famous and if you don't get me into this party, you've no fung chance of getting into one of my plays, pal. (You've got to imagine this in a charming Lanarkshire half pissed accent!).
I'm sure this inspired this boy and helped him become huge on Broadway in Cabaret and then get into a big movie with Mr Stallone. He was really good in it as well. I think he's called Alan Cummings.
Another reason why I haven't done any work on my book to speak of is that every time I go to the computer I look at my email. Adolf told me to get an email alert or I'd miss posts. So I look at my emails and usually end up here blogging!
The partner is oft to Vladivostok again for twelve days from tomorrow. The daughter flew the nest last Saturday. Soon nobody will be in except me. Here comes ra bliss! Here comes ra bliss!
posted by Hotboy at 6:41 PM
4 Comments:
Dovey! Please tell Cabbage that he must come to Scotland and do the garden. I can turn him into a Jedi Warrior, but due to spending all my money on ra beer for the past couple of months, I have none left for plane fares. Also, there will be few wages, except some tatties. Please get Mr Mingin to help him with the plane fares as it would be most efficacious all round. Failing that, can he swim? Hotboy
HB - you could link straight to the books, insetad of just to the index file. Save lazy readers an extra click of their mouse.
Have you ever met any famous actors? I was introduced to Robbie Coltrane once.
ME: Hi.
HIM: Hi.
Glad to be able to help you focus your energies on blogging. If you like I can do a post on the time my allotment got into the Glasgow Evening Times.
Doviko - please give my regards to Mr. M.
PS the word verifivation is asking me to type in "nazopdh". Too easy!
Adolf! Heil! I had exactly the same conversation with Robbie Coltrane. I was in Clark's Bar with my uncle Peter when he walked in and came right over to speak to Peter. They'd known each other since before Robbie was an actor. Funnily enough, I'd written a play wit RB in mind called Busted ... after I'd seen him in the Slab Boys at the Traverse before he was famous. But I was far too cool to mention that. That Hi Hi conversation I had was about twenty years ago. Hope this helps. Hotboy
HB - spooky!
Re the Traverse Theatre, did you ever see the trilogy there by I think Tom McGrath? It was the first time I ever saw Gregor Fisher (though I had met him as a teenager and had the same Robbie C. conversation with him) - he was brilliant.
I saw the Slab Boys too - wasn't Bill Paterson in it, and that guy who does Taggart now?
See me, see brushes with fame ....
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