OH, TO SEE WITH THE EYES OF A CHILD

We were in the car this afternoon, and headed into a massive downpour, so I turned on the windshield wipers. Ho hum. Except to Erin, who said in a rapt voice:

Daddy! Your window is dancing!

The world is not as you see it.

LAST CHANCE TO ASK

It’s my last day over at the ASiF Forum today, so if you’ve got anything you’d like to ask me, now’s the time.

SCRIPTWRITER BATTERSBY!

The producer is happy with the first draft of the The Memory of Breathing movie, which means I can start work on the second draft once I’ve received his notes. I’m feeling very chuffed right now: after a decade and a half out of it, it would appear that some rudimentary skills remain, and I enjoyed it so much I’m looking forward to further work on the project.

PROGRESS BLOODY PROGRESS

Well, despite never thinking I’d get through anything, I’ve done the script, finished the residency applications, decided to forget about trying to get anything into Macabre as I just don’t have the time, and now I only have to look at grant applications before July 7th and I can get back into the fiction side of things.

The trees are thinning, and I think I’m starting to make out the forest.

Now, the next bit comes with a slight adult content warning….

PENALTY MY ARSE

Fucking son of a bitch motherfucker arsehole bastard cheating corrupt son of a shit wanker bribed out pissturd blind refereee motherfuckkeeerrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!

And that’s all I have to say on the subject.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED

My beautiful darling Luscious turns 37 today.

Which is as good a moment as any to remind her that I love her more than I have words to say, and that her happiness is the only thing in the world that really matters to me.

Have a wonderful day, my darling. I’ll be doing all I can to make it so.

DOES ANYBODY MIND IF I JUST CURL UP HERE IN THE CORNER AND DIE NOW?

So my big gift to Lyn today was a good sized sum of money and a trip to the shop(s) of her choice to buy whatever clothes she wanted to make herself feel good, whilst I gave her all the attention, bag-carrying capabilities, and opinions she could ask for.

So we’re in a shop, and I pull out a top and ask Lyn’s opinion. She gives me one of those looks, and I hastily put it back. Which prompts this exhange.

ERIN: What’s the matter, Daddy?
ME: I think Mummy thinks my taste in is my bottom.

Erin then turns to the nearby sales assistant, and says in a voice only Helen Keller couldn’t hear:

ERIN: Excuse me, my Daddy wants to taste your bottom.

I’d like to die now…

Song of the moment: World is Turning Yothu Yindi

IT’S A MARATHON…

World Cup fatigue is setting in: the last couple of nights I’ve taken to the couch armed with pillow and blankets, in order to watch the first game of the evening, sleep during the second, and catch the last couple.

Last night, I even set myself to sacrifice sleeping under our brand new duvet set in order to go on my nightly pilgrimage. (Is there a greater pleasure of an evening than going to sleep under crisp, new sheets? I mean, apart from sex?) I didn’t even make half-time of the Netherlands/Argentina game, which had promised ot be an absolute blockbuster. And then I found out this morning that they’d basically just jogged their way through a nil-all snoozefest because they’d both qualified for the sceond round didn’t feel the need to work for table position.
Razzumfrazzumcouldabeensleepinginmybedproperly…..

Things get easier in the second round. It’s the first time I’ve done this with a family to care for the following day. No way I get to take a month off this work 🙂

Lyn, meanwhile, has taken a proactive approach to life as a World Cup widow, taking to bed early each night with all four seasons of Footballer’s Wives to keep her company. As she said, “You have your football, and I have mine.”

Fair enough, really 🙂

ASiF MARCHES ON

We’ve entered the second week of my interview over at the ASiF forum, and so far, it’s been a blast. The great thing about being open to public interview is that anything you say can be taken up and commented upon or questioned by anybody, which means that I’ve got to think hard about what I’m saying, and justify what I mean. I’m enjoying the result, and having a ball discussing the world at large with those who have dropped in to say hello.

I’m there until the 27th, so get on over and contribute.

WIN A SLICE OF BATTERSBY!

Coming up at the frabjous Ticonderoga Online: a competition to win one of two signed copies of Through Soft Air!

All you have to do is come up with the best title for an imaginary Father Muerte story, using the naming convention “Father Muerte And…”

More details once the good Ticfolks announce the competition properly, but get in early and start thinking of titles.

WELLLLL….

I hope bus fare from Germany to Croatia is cheap, because if we play like that again in a few days time we’ll be going through to the second round.

KEEP ‘EM COMIN’

So if you’re wondering why it’s kinda quiet here in Battland, it’s because I’m still over on the ASiF forum being interviewed. 520 people have dropped in to listen as of this morning, and I’ve conversed with the likes of Ben Peek, Tansy Rayner Roberts, Gillian Polack, and my oldest friend Seanie to while away the time. It’s fun, and I’ve been confronted with issues and questions I’d not anticipated, so drop in and you’ll find a side of me I don’t show here in the Blogverse.

Get along and ask a question or two. I’m there for another 12 days or so. Try the veal.

A SHORT NOTE TO FRIENDS

Elaine, hope you’re out of hospital and all is well.

Sarah and John, you have our love, and our thoughts. Words are not enough.