The End Of The Year Is Nigh
Believe it or not, when I posted my brief and innocuous Christmas message last week, I received a complaint from one reader that I hadn’t produced something more substantial. The fact I’d provided a 2000 word story about Christmas a few days previously didn’t seem to placate this guy.
So it’s really entirely his fault, the moaning bastard, that I’m about to inflict a full-length End Of Year blog post on you. I’m planning on listing my own 2011 highlights, then outlining the best cultural “stuff” I have enjoyed during the period. If that floats your boat, read on.
Merry Christmas!
I did consider doing a whole blog post, rambling for a few hundred words, but I’m not sure there’s audience or need for it on Christmas Day, really.
Stil, to anyone reading, hope you’re having a good time with whatever combination of turkey, presents and crackers you’ve ended up with. If you’ve had a crappy year, you’re not alone, but that’s the beauty of the bright colours and big garish ideas. Distraction, if only for a day.
If you do want season-themed internet content, I posted a festive short story a few days ago, so give that a look. Otherwise, have a great one, and I’ll be back here before you know it. That Doctor Who Christmas special won’t review itself, y’know.
Friday short story: There isn’t one
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that my novel blitz during August might lead to a lack of Friday stories. And I squeezed one out for my anniversary, but reality has now caught up with me. If you want new material, a few of my experimental mock news broadcasts have been going up, along with sundry TV blog posts.
In addition, I’ve churned out this quick blog about the writing process behind these Friday stories. I don’t usually talk about that stuff, so thought it might have novelty value. If this is of no interest to you, stop reading here.
Hey, Fever!
The hay fever is toying with me. Normally as soon as the sunny weather starts, so too does the runny nose, itchy throat and streaming eyes, and I find myself popping pills to keep it under control. And this, of course, has a knock-on effect on my alcohol tolerance, etc.
This year, it’s been holding back. Friends who suffer with me have fallen one by one, Twitter tells of snot explosions far and wide, so I’ve been fully expecting my own insides to burst outwards in sympathy.
