okay, that header is purely there to increase my readership by getting myself on asio's books. if you get a phone call saying i'm okay but i won't be able to speak to you for a few months about where i am, it probably means i'm prank calling you.
some good news, for me at least: i have a new fortnightly horoscope column on new matilda. though maybe i should target it more specifically to surveillance officers.
i banned myself from using the internet for a week and consequently have been writing a lot. i have set up an office in my backyard under the bouganvillea. it is a very pleasant working environment. this book (grace) is going to be good, even though that's what i said about the last one. faith is such a matter of expediency sometimes. for some reason, i kept running into people over the weekend who i hadn't seen since i fled down south to write henry. They all ask me what happened to that book i was writing. it's an uncomfortable question. Henry still gives me a kind of sick feeling in my brain when i think about it, like a relationship i haven't made peace with. i probably should do something with it.
thing is, people assume that if you try to get published, you will. there is a massive misconception that the industry is based on systems designed to discover and nurture talent. it's not, it's just like everything else, systems designed to discover and nurture kinship networks. which is further proof of what kropotkin said about interdependence being more important to human evolution than competition. or possibly my first book is just as crap as i think it is.
i don't mean to sound like a whinging writer. in fact the whole situation makes me happy. informal networks function far better than bureaucracies. superstition is a better set of rules to live by than reason. things happen when they're supposed to and people turn up and open doors at the strangest moments. the universe is just like that. maybe all faith is a matter of expediency.
some good news, for me at least: i have a new fortnightly horoscope column on new matilda. though maybe i should target it more specifically to surveillance officers.
i banned myself from using the internet for a week and consequently have been writing a lot. i have set up an office in my backyard under the bouganvillea. it is a very pleasant working environment. this book (grace) is going to be good, even though that's what i said about the last one. faith is such a matter of expediency sometimes. for some reason, i kept running into people over the weekend who i hadn't seen since i fled down south to write henry. They all ask me what happened to that book i was writing. it's an uncomfortable question. Henry still gives me a kind of sick feeling in my brain when i think about it, like a relationship i haven't made peace with. i probably should do something with it.
thing is, people assume that if you try to get published, you will. there is a massive misconception that the industry is based on systems designed to discover and nurture talent. it's not, it's just like everything else, systems designed to discover and nurture kinship networks. which is further proof of what kropotkin said about interdependence being more important to human evolution than competition. or possibly my first book is just as crap as i think it is.
i don't mean to sound like a whinging writer. in fact the whole situation makes me happy. informal networks function far better than bureaucracies. superstition is a better set of rules to live by than reason. things happen when they're supposed to and people turn up and open doors at the strangest moments. the universe is just like that. maybe all faith is a matter of expediency.
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