Continuing the theme of reliving past glories, I thought I’d repost the Ufton Court poetry recordings from 2010, when thoughts of chickens and football were made real and set free in the barn on cabaret night. I’ve got some more football poetry to publish too, so stay tuned, if you like these sorts of shenanigans…
Technological Setback
Okay, don’t panic everyone, there will be a way around it. A long short story on the road to ruination. Ten thousand words mangled in a crashed program. Not so much of a problem, I have them copied elsewhere and partly published on Portsmouth. The big worry is that those ten thousand represent about two thirds. The other third is in planning, with notes, and the one copy is inside Journaler, a program that no longer works on my Mac. The chapter outlines, the chapter titles (which are central to this particular project), all my thoughts on getting this damn thing done: I’ve been working on it since May 2010. A slight technological setback.
Another Type
I have returned the free fonts to my site under the new typo moniker of Another Type. I’d like to say back by popular demand, but even if you count one single third-party request as popular, this would still be a gross exaggeration of the issue. So, back because I like them and I would quite like others to like them too. Here they are…
AN.other Small Press
Festival of Martyrs
I am so nearly finished on the Festival. Last update has been a big one, removing the poetry – apart from the opening – and replacing with a whole bunch of new and used prose pieces. 8 short stories including three brand new ones. I’m now just doing the typos, and hopefully FoM will be ready for a Friends & Family run pre-christmas. And a general sale run aftwerwards when the ISBN is sorted.
Speculative
Of course, despite being retired I do have a backlog of personal projects that need completing or in some way publishing. A third skipcore EP as Dirty Lag is half done, the first chapter of my first novel is half done, a community digital arts project is half done, a couple of extended short stories are half done…
So there is plenty to concentrate on completing. Not that I’m entirely a non-finisher. My fifth speculative flash fiction piece has just gone off to 365 tomorrows – it’s called The Pipe, and it’s about those pesky Bulgarians who live underground plotting the The New Dawn for Sofia. My previous four speculative works were all published by 365, so I hope to make it a clean sweep of five.
I’ve also completed Festival of Martyrs, a collection of short stories. Just waiting for the second printed sample to come back – the first sample included some poetry which I’ve now replaced with prose, and I’m hoping to have it ready for the season of good will.
Ex-
I have retired as an artist – it has been too troubling.
A job at the post office will suit me just fine. Or the dockyard, or the bread factory, the yoghurt factory, the cereal factory. Give employment to my limbs and heart, but leave my brain out of this. I want to send my brain on holiday, rest my mind awhile, let my thoughts wander where they will.
Alright, alright, I’m not retiring of course, but I don’t want to practice at the moment. And when I do, it will be in a different way. In my way. No more community work.