She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword

No, not another personal confession hot on the heels of my intravenous drug using hooker with malaria revelation, but one of the contenders for worst ever analogy.

Personally I think some on them are absolute genius, and I'd be proud to have written them, not least The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t. Says exactly what it needs to say ~ there's beauty in that there efficiency.


Workwise, the novel is still ticking along: I'm adding around 0.5-1% a day, so the progress ain't exactly zippy, but it be progress nonetheless. Of course, progress would be A LOT faster were it not for the curse of The Wire ~ BEST TV SHOW EVAH! Me & hub are rattling through the dvd's at a fair old rate (just about the start series 4 so no spoilers please!) and it's pretty much taken over my life. I even dream about it some nights. I'll be sad to get to the end, but then I'll have the consolation of seeing my friends, doing other stuff, and not announcing my entrance into every room with a McNulty-esque 'What the fuck did I do?' Doesn't go down well with gran as greetings go, that one......

That Calamity Physics book what I was reading is on the back burner at the mo ~ I'm speed reading as much Iain Banks as possible in preparation for seeing him at my local library next Friday ~ tried The Wasp Factory but I couldn't really stomach it, so I'm hoping a quick re-read of Complicity and The Crow Road will stand me in good enough stead during the Q&A, so that I'm not reduced to numpty-like statements such as 'errrr, I like your beard......'.

If you're really strapped for something to do tonight may I suggest that you partake of Rock of Love 2 with Bret Michaels (bloated , bewigged (ex?) member of eyeliner rockers Poison ~ anyone who can name anything by them other than ubiquitous 'Every Rose has its Thorn' will win themselves a slammin' pair of stretchy spandex skank pants) ~ every night, TMF, 9pm. Televised prostitution at it's very finest, folks.

Word of the day

hypnopompic (hip-no-POM-pik) adjective


Pertaining to the semiconscious state before waking.

[From Greek hypnos (sleep) + pompe (sending away).]


Lovely word, for a delicious gauzy part of the day ~ my favourite part of the day, perhaps :-)



I haven't been blogging much lately ~ I've felt the need to curl up into a wee ball and attempt a form of hibernation. In fact I've been fairly hypnopompic. Haven't done much running or writing either, and that is offically A Bad Thing. I have promised myself I'll be a bit more proactive next week. maybe. If it's a bit warmer.



The lovely Iain Banks tells us Why he writes in The Guardian:

Q: What advice would you give to new writers?

A: The Three Ps: practice, practice, practice. Writing is like everything else: the more you do it the better you get.


Gawd bless him. He speak the truth.