NOTE TO SELF
I don’t know about y’all, but it’s a flaw in my character that I have allowed my focus to drift to the point where I need to remind myself to concentrate on what’s important and let go of the bollocks that clogs up my life’s arteries. So, publicly, a reminder:
Accept that you get distracted too easily, Battersby. Remember what’s important. You have too many of these important things that need doing. Stop wasting your time on people whose opinions don’t matter.
Okay, so the manuscript assessment is finished and posted. Now all I need to do is finish the remaining 40+ pages of The Memory of Breathing script so I can show it to the producer at Conflux, write the pitches for the 2 workshops I want to run at the QWC, write the pitch for the KSP workshop, and write 2 chapters + synopsis for the Tales of Nireym novel adaptation so I can pitch that to Stephanie Smith, also at Conflux.
14 days. Should be a doddle……
And then I might be able to think about some actual original fiction work of my own. After I contact the Uni about their summer school, and write the application for the KSP Writer in Residence program next year. And the Canterbury 2100 tale for Dirk, and the Dr Who story for Steve. Sigh. This has been such a slow writing year for Batt-original work.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a time when my ‘Coming Up’ list has only been one story long.
Song of the moment: Lawyers, Guns And Money Warren Zevon
BATTERSBY ON THE ELECTRONIC TYPE TALKING INTERNET VIEWING PAGES THINGY
Because I’m such a shy retiring thing, I’ve started work on a page to pull together all the instances of Battersby on the net: stories, interviews, reviews, articles, and so on. I figure if they’re all in the one place it’ll make it easier for you all to ignore me 🙂 And, of course, you won’t need to go so far to indulge in your Luscious fetish.
Be that as it may (and I’ll let you know when I’ve got more than one link sorted out), I figure it’s an appropriate time to remind you all that my Aurealis Award nominated story A Stone to Mark My Passing is still up at the wonderful and lovely Anna Tambour’s website.
If you haven’t read it yet, consider it a taste of what you’ll find within the pages of Through Soft Air (pages 137-145, to be precise). Loss Leader Lee, that’s me 🙂
THE DUHHVINCHOI CODE…
…was okay. Nothing special. Sort of a better version of National Treasure, with only having to endure Pasty face Hanks instead of Cigar Store Indian Cage. McKellen and Bettany were great, as was Jurgen Prochnow in a small role (and it’s been a while since I’ve seen him be good). Alfred Molina made the most of a part that seemed to involve nothing more than settling his face onto its haunches and looking at people from under his eyebrows. Everyone else sleepwalked, and I’ve always had a problem with plots based around the idea that the best place to hide something earth-shattering is where anybody could find it. The fact that the two big twists were blindingly obvious from the carpark wasn’t much of a help, either, but then, we’re dealing with the director who made astronauts almost missing the Earth boring, and the screenwriter who gave us Lost in Space, so I should be thankful I didn’t want to kill myself.
One thing I didn’t come away with was an understanding of why everybody in the SF genre seems to hate it so much, unless it’s because we didn’t write it first. It seems exactly the sort of thing many of us would write, had we come up with the idea.
Mind you, that’s only from watching the movie. I haven’t read the book. And, you know, if you manage to bollix up the date of an X-Men screening and still want to go see a movie, there are worse ways to spend your time. I saw a preview for a new Adam Sandler movie, for example…
Getting the Swancon screening date wrong by a week, and having to ring your brother up and explain.
On the other hand, standing in an empty foyer wondering where the hell everyone else is would have been ooooooooh just a tad stupider. Thanx for the heads up Mynxii.
Ah well: might head off to see if Ian McKellen and Paul Bettany can save The DuhhhhhVinchoi Code from the ham-fisted tag team of Howard & Hanks instead.
TOO MUCH FUN
For various reasons I’ve been feeling a bit grinchy towards science fiction in recent days: a wee touch of the ennuis, if you like. Very little is exciting me, including writing the stuff, and I’ve been turning my mind in other directions. I’m just that bit sick of dealing with a few of my supposed brethren, their egos and expectations, and I’d just rather be at home writing. And writing something else.
Like always, it’ll pass. I’ll lock myself away, stop dealing with the scuts who are getting on my tits, get some words down, and I’ll feel better. We’re down to one kid this weekend, the beautiful C-boy, and apart from a couple of social contacts Luscious and I will be turn and turn about with the boy while the other parent writes. With any luck, that’ll do it.
In the meantime, this morning I started work on the script for The Memory of Breathing Movie. I haven’t worked in script format for something like 15 years, since I left University. I had big plans at that point. Script writing was something I saw as a big part of my future. And I’m bloody well enjoying the change of format, and the change in thinking. This might be something to keep in mind…
THE WORLD’S MOST SOCIAL HERMIT
The Swancon screening of X-Men III tonight, a Swancon 2008 committee meeting tomorrow night, and we’re dropping in to visit the KSP SF group meeting on Sunday. That should fulfil my social quota for the next quarter…
Song of the moment: Comfortably Numb Pink Floyd
I LOVE SPELLCHECKERS
So I’m emailing Aiden’s father as the A-boy has a bout of excema on his knees, and he needs to treat it.
Now, the email said “He’s to wash it with pinetarsol and use Sorbolene to keep it moist.”
The spellchecker, on the other hand, wanted to change it to “He’s to wash it with pinatas and use Caroline to keep it moist.”
I know which one Aiden would prefer 🙂
A NICE REVIEW
The Australian Horror website Horrorscope has a really well-balanced and positive review of Through Soft Air for you all to read. You should go here and read it. I particularly love being referred to as ‘hot property’. I’ve never been a crap TV show hosted by a has-been ocker actor before 🙂
I don’t mind if a review praises or pans, as long as it feels like the reviewer has taken the time to balance their view. Horroscope reviewer Mark Smith has done a nice job here: I’m flattered by the positives and can’t argue with the negatives. To me, that’s the sign of a good review.
Of course, having read the review and realised what a brilliant book it is , you should then buy a copy 🙂