February 15, 2008

…words since last Friday. A grand total of 40 pages. I am pleased. With myself.

However, worry not. Book reviews and suchlike will return shortly; this isn’t going to be a blog detailing my progress on PM2. At least not for the most part — I reserve the right to highlight significant milestones like, for example, 10,000 words or, if it actually happens, 100 pages or something. 🙂

Haven’t actually done a lot of reading this week, not book-wise anyway. Mainly been writing; rest of time taken up by (blurgh) working. Anyway, books on the table that will probably get read and reviewed soon include:

  • Winkie, by Clifford Chase (about a teddy bear that comes to life and is promptly put on trial under the Homeland Security Act for complicity with the enemies in the War On Terror
  • The Spy Who Loved Me, by Ian Fleming (for some reason the only one I didn’t have, found it in a secondhand bookstore)
  • Doomsdays, by Jeffrey Thomas (vignettes from multiple different ends of the world)
  • Succulent Prey, by Wrath James White (brutal gore etc yay)
  • Monster Planet, by David Wellington (third in a pseudo-zombie trilogy: you know me by now)
  • Er, well, other things that I can’t remember since the pile isn’t in front of me.

Will try and update a bit over the next week but am away in Bunbury training people so internet is probably going to be an issue.



February 12, 2008

…words since last Friday. Of PM2. Which equals, in 11-point Courier New doublespaced, twenty-two pages. It’s early days yet, but it appears the laptop may have put a deep gouge into the rusty manacles of my writer’s block.

And perhaps this place has something to do with it too. I’ve been doing reviews — for my own interest, and not because I really think anyone is reading (if you are, hello! hope you’re enjoying the show! 😀 ) — for a month now, and the initial idea was to try and kickstart my corroded writing ability by writing anything. That’s metamorphosed into more detailed (and hopefully amusing) reviews because I’ve genuinely enjoyed doing them after the first few difficult lines, but the underlying imperative to try and write has always remained… along with the underlying perhaps it will translate into fiction hopefulness.

And in celebration, I shall provide whoever is watching a fragment. PM2 from about halfway through page 3:  come on down!!






…[He] yelped, and instantly stopped struggling. When he was entirely still the acidic gout ceased and the churning mouth began to close.

But before it had shut entirely, a squealing mechanical voice spat forth, sharp as crystal above the increasingly freezing windrush of their passage.

Move again, little scrap,” said the Widowmecha, “and I take a foot. Snip, snip, snip.”

This Is For Arni —

February 1, 2008

via Flickr -- MEEF FACE




…and a new one arrived very recently, which has rather freaked out Caroline, who thinks that he’s CREEPY:





Me? I love Malfi. He’s not creepy at all.