You can watch it in real live action on 4od – it’s episode 2 of the show about Liberty
I like to go on Flickr and see photos made by photographers all over the world.
Writing happened for me during exams at boarding school. Instead of revising I wrote stories all night. The first one was long. 100,000 words. Instead of writing many short stories I wrote one enormous one that didn’t make sense. Fourteen years later I’ve written several novel-length stories. Their plots have come from my imagination. Auto-biographical moments occur but they are not true stories.
The other day I met Bob, a talkative man from Glasgow, in a cafe. He had his friend’s dog. He fed her two doughnuts. Bob writes and illustrates but doesn’t tell many people. His opinion is you should hear stories and write them down. He has a point. All my best stories, the ones I will never forget, I’ve heard from people in bars or when travelling. One of my father’s stories about being bitten by our dog is wonderful. Bob told me to write that one down. He has a point. I will do. He gave me food for thought.
When I finish the novel I am writing, REDSEA, I will write short stories that I know. Which I’ve heard from people.
I was in Foyles the other day. Just walking around looking at books. Some by writers who I feel I should read, some by writers whose name I’ve never heard. What I do is this:
1 read the name of the book and its author
2 read the blurb
3 pick some pages and see how it’s written.
This quick browse tells me nothing about the story but it’s useful for seeing the writer’s habits and tricks. Alerts me to different voices. If i’ve been reading much of one writer, it reminds me how other writers write. Browsing is positive for my own writing, that’s my conclusion.
Before going to Foyles the other day I ate a vegetable bun in Chinatown. Then after my browse I drank an espresso in Bar Italia and read some pages of a fantasy book called The Vorrh that I’m trying to enjoy. Then I met Max for a couple of drinks and a conversation while a man sang his songs in the bar.
The kind of evening that remind you why you live in a city. I felt lucky to have so many delights around me
Take a look. First of all, there are several different architecture types here. Like the way a jungle canopy contains various tree species. Now, can you see that thin yellow crane peeping up between the old and new buildings?
That crane is tall and bends a little under the weight of the massive metal load it’s hoisting.
There’s something dinosaurish about it. A bronto marching through the jungle, scoffing leaves.
The worst was called Chivalry: Battle for Agatha. Made a few years ago. Don’t know who Agatha is…
Here’s what it looks like – check out that knight’s face. Looks like he’d rather be drinking a pint down the pub.
And here’s the shitty trailer:
BUT the same studio has now made THE BEST game ever, and it’s exactly the same as the worst but, only it’s the best.
(There’s a voiceover… For anyone who’s ever wondered what it’d be like if Beavis and Butthead were Medieval knights.)
I go to the British Library to write my stories. I get there early to use the hot desks and by 10am there are none left – people want to get a seat and do their work. It’s a pain then, that you get these wandering, displaced characters who go along and do nothing but speak loudly on their phone, or piss about on Facebook, or just thunk down on their laptop. This weirdo was there for eight hours:
I live next to a field where interesting things happen. The same day as I met the snoozing man above, I got this terrible migraine with flashing lights and blind spots in my vision. I went to bed early, and when I woke up in the darkness there was everything I’d seen on the inside of my eyes, transplanted up into the night sky…
Yes that is a helicopter… It rained parachutists, but I slept through that part.
At another time I spotted this bin that looks like Gromit.
Sierra Leonean presidential elections with an Edwardian twist?