Thursday, April 26, 2012

The truth is

I haven't been abducted by aliens, nor have I been recruited by the Irish Secret Service for some glamorous and fantastic mission involving using my jacket as a parachute while escaping from a helicopter, I didn't get so confused by the new look of blogger behind the scenes that I fell down a well, nor have I had more children or dogs, I haven't failed to notice all the brilliant exciting achievements of people I know from blogland (are you listening Niamh Boyce, Peadar O BusaJewel?!), nor have I won the lotto and spent the last month recruiting a new blog team from all corners of the earth to bring you the BEST blog ever known to anyone, and I certainly haven't had a surreal wardrobe exploration which resulted in me being missing for almost a century in wardrobe time but only a few weeks in time here on this place.... I am coming up on almost the 3rd anniversary of me finishing writing my difficult 2nd novel. I've never reread it, not more than a page or two anyway, I haven't edited it, I haven't sent it anywhere. The sad truth right now is that I wouldn't even have time to read it. I'm in a book club nowadays and I'm still half way through February's book - I get a half page of it read every so often. Where else is my time going? Not into writing. And I think this needs a bit of correction. I spent half an hour writing last night, what I wrote wouldn't be worth telling you about, but I actually felt better for it today, like - slightly less stressed, more creatively brained, more like myself... I think It could possibly be something I need to do - even if what I write never sees the light of day...

10 comments:

Kat Mortensen said...

That's weird; I was just thinking of you today. Kind of a Kate Bush "Strange Phenomena" sort of thing.

Kat

Titus said...

Oh pants, I was really hoping for the Irish Secret Service one.

Rachel Fox said...

Hard to fit everything in with that new person around...
x

Words A Day said...

Listening, loud and clear!
I know you cant say where you've REALLY been, but I'll be decoding this post for as long as it takes...I've been there too but they wiped my memory and all I can tell you is that its a planet that smells of suedocreme...

The Bug said...

Short people are energy sucks - there's just no getting around it. (Like I know - ha!)

But I'm glad you're going to do something for YOURSELF! And we benefit too - win win!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Yes! Keep writing!
Peadar O'Busajewel.

Niamh B said...

Weird Kat :-) these coincidences often happen in Blogland...
Ah Titus, I can hardly admit it in public out there on the main page. In here it's safe to say - yes, I am an agent, double 0 Devlin.
Rachel - it's ridiculous how entertaining and domineering little people can be - pushing every other little thing away and out of your world.
Words - hope I make it back to your planet some day - it looks good there!
Thanks Bug - you'll only get to read it if it's halfway decent, so I wouldn't be holding my breath if I were you... but thanks :-)
TFE - I totally will!! I can't wait to see your shiny fabby dooby brilliant bookey wook.

The Dead Acorn said...

How would one go about finding the 1st novel?

Domestic Oub said...

The cat is in the mustard. I repeat, the cat is in the mustard.

(wink)

Niamh B said...

Acorn, I could possibly email it to ya, if you promise to find an agent for me stateside and help me conquer america.

Oub, 17 alligators are making stew, over