Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
I don"t know that anybody actually makes New Year's resolutions. And if they do, it"s a righteous certainty they don"t keep to them. So I did not resolve to read more novels this year. I just thought I would try. Because it"s a good idea.
I followed a link from Murph's facebook page to this lovely piece of writing by a former special forces soldier who had gone back to college, at Yale, at the age of 52. He expected snowflakes. The snowflakes surprised him.
I'm not allowed to write about politics for Ninefax anymore, but occasionally I sneak one through.
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say that Die Hard is not a Christmas movie. Papa says "If the movie is at Christmas, it is so." Please tell me the truth, is Die Hard a Christmas movie?
My Dear Virginia,
A woman called Fallon Sherrock has won the world championship of darts (first time for the ladies) and there is something just so fucking wildly gleeful about the crowd reaction that in line with my new policy on publishing only good things, I have to run it here.
I haven't played darts in years, and was never any good. But this makes me smile every time I watch it.
For a very long time, I found it difficult to write here. It started when my dad got sick and got worse after he died. Partly it was depression, but even after that cleared I didnt seem able to just login and write. I was too busy trying to rebuild my writing career with ebooks, private columns, and this year with screenwriting.
Every minute spent here was time subtracted from that effort.
And then I found a cafe that opened at 5.30 in the AM.
One of the knotty little challenges in writing any series of books is the reader who arrives halfway through. It happens. All the time.
Some of them don't even realise they've stepped into a story that's already rolling. They just feel a bit confused and frustrated and don't know why.
Had a moment of high excitement today when James McPherson on Twitter reminded me that Felafel was a book I wrote.
Finally returned to the mat last night. The first time I"d trained at the dojo, in about five or six weeks. I was away of course, and when I came back I promptly caught a tummy bug. Missed a week or so before travelling too, with all of Thomas"s graduation stuff.
Long story short, I was rusty.
So of course we did knife work, all night.