Thunderclap

Like an Icelandic thunderclap, the sound of activity on my blogs in deafening. Ok, over-dramatic prose but still.... I have been very busy.

On MaJaTo Scribes I've taken to just coming up with stuff off the top of my head and typing it without any plan. Just to get the creative writing juices flowing.

 At the moment new posts are appearing every few days on Pocket Picture Taker and Random 70s/80s/90s blog too. Original StarWars has had a couple of recent posts too. I'll try to keep up the pace, people.

On NorfolkPlaces everything is pretty active too. It's the website's 7th birthday this month and it continues to grow, establishing itself as Norfolk's favourite and best independent tourism, leisure and lifestyle website.

 To celebrate this hive of activity, here's a fantastic song from A House, an Irish indie/alternative band from the 1990's. Tune.

From nowhere

After years on sporadic activity, today I've added two new blogs to the family.

Introducing Pocket Picture Taker - My phone takes pictures in my pocket. Without me doing anything. It's that simple. Rather than just delete them I decided I should create somewhere to post them.

Next up is Random Stuff From My Life in 1970s, 80s and 90s - Basically I'm having a bit fo a clear out and I keep finding lots of oddities from my youth. Some sentimental, some valuable (perhaps), some tat destined for the bin. I figured I would share this "stuff".

There have also been new posts on other blogs Original Star Wars and MaJaTo Scribes.

Words

I have no desire to blog at the moment. In fact I can't get the inspiration to much creative stuff at the moment.

The reasons (in no particular order):-
- Work has melted my brain and leaves me little free-time to do anything other than breathe, eat or go to the loo
- My back/leg/hip still cause significant discomfort
- I'm waiting for a couple of story responses (1 from an Agent and another from a publisher) that I suspect will never turn up
- Kids are too loud
- It's hard to concentrate when WBA FC are on the verge of another relegation
- There seems to be a large degree of futility to everything

I'm unlikely to ever get the enthusiasm to put pen to paper to write stories ever again. After all, the story with the publisher has been with them for over a year, so I think I can safely write that one off. This is on the back of many rejections over the years.
If I don't hear back from the agent by April 5th it will have been 6 months, at which point I'll draw my writing career to an end. Send a follow up letter? Nah, no point. So, there we have it; a date has been set for an end to approximately 20 years of my on/off writing career.

I'm hoping this "funk" goes soon because I have business case to write (but looking back on the final bullet point above, why bother?)