I could have posted yesterday. Yeah? Nah. The 1st was spent playing games with the family and sitting around reading. Party times indeed.
2017 has been a pretty poor year. Let’s not dwell on it.
2018 has everything going for it so far.
There’s a holiday planned, I have a few writing ideas and the Space Madness is a bit more manageable.
Oh, and I’m going to see King Crimson later in the year. That’s something. 🙂
Anyway, Happy New Year. I hope it’s a good one for all of you.
(I’m using Aurora’s oversized green keyboard for this post. It’s not as easy as you’d think. )
I know it’s popular to review things at the end/start of every year and as loath as I am to share these days – have you noticed the tumbleweed blowing across the site this year? – perhaps it’ll do the ol’ noggin some good to commit things to the blog.
It’s the ever-present elephant in the room, isn’t it?
Writing last year has happened in fits and starts. Still more than the previous year, but nothing finished to a standard I was happy with and nothing submitted for consideration. I have, however, attended the last Glasgow Science Fiction Writers Circle meeting of 2013 and I’m thinking it’s a good idea to keep going. I know a few people who regularly attend and they’re the good sort. Next meeting is Tuesday the 7th of January. If I get something finished in the next day or two I might submit it for their review process. They don’t seem to have anything currently set for that day and I’m tempted to do something for this month’s submission theme for Crossed Genre Magazine. The theme is food. I have an idea. If I can get the bones of it done tomorrow, as Aurora is at the in-laws tomorrow and I don’t yet have a shift for work then I’ll let them have at it.
And, I was going to forget, I had created two e-books this year. That was exciting. The process was pretty straightforward and I have it in mind to do a few more, of greater lengths, this year. Given inspiration and time, of course.
I keep meaning to promote the bloody things but there have always been reasons not to. Often these reasons are fear and doubt. It’s amazing how much anxieties stop you from achieving what you want, isn’t it? More on that later perhaps.
But what’s the worse that can happen if I push my own work? People wont like it. Oh, well that’s a shame. However would I cope? ( I really should have enclosed those last sentences in a < sarcasm > tag, eh?) I’m fully aware that i don’t write stories that everyone would like. That’s fine. I don’t like a lot of what passes for popular these days anyway.
To be honest, I’m kind of concerned that my breakthrough “giant snakes” novel will be well received. I’m not sure the world is ready for giant snake fiction. Perhaps, just perhaps, the world IS ready.
I’m going to have to do something different this year.
At the moment, work is an issue. And I’m talking about the lack of it.
I do care work for an agency, filling in where required across Glasgow for a variety of other organisations. Often they have asked for me to return, which is brilliant as it shows I’m not totally useless at the job, but there just isn’t enough work to go round. With the slashing of care budgets for vulnerable people there are less shifts to cover and I can imagine they are snapped up by their own staff with an increased eagerness before they are farmed out to an agency. Don’t get me wrong, despite the lack of work the agency are a good bunch but there’s only so much they can do.
This week I have one shift. It’s a day shift, which is always a winner, but it’s split between two service users across north-east Glasgow. A shift or two a week does not do much for the home financial situation. And as Ruth only works part time, earning barely enough to cover the bills, it falls upon myself to magic up work from somewhere.
Have I been applying for new jobs? You bet your arse I have. As yet, not even an interview but as I increase the rate I’m sending out my C.V. and application forms, something has to break. As long as it’s not me.
Today I’m cautiously optimistic but with no reason to be while yesterday I wasn’t optimistic in the slightest with many reasons not to be. Go figure. Where there’s life, there’s hope.
This is always fun…
Life is good today. The first day of the year has gone well. So far, 2014 is a winner!
The first half of the year was patchy, with small ups and downs littering the months. The latter half was a different bag entirely. After Ruth left her job in the Whitench Centre the mood in the flat IMPROVED DRAMATICALLY. Okay, so we’re even tighter for funds than we ever have been but I’d rather that than have her in the bloody place any longer.
I’ll only say of the place that it’s a badly managed shambles and the management committee are a disgrace. They have stumbled from one poorly thought decision to another. It’s a shame as the place has so much potential. But I’ve said more than I meant to. Heh.
Also, Alan McWilliam, my arch-nemesis from Whiteinch Church is on the committee. No small wonder it’s a shambles.
On that note, Whiteinch Church. Four years since our unceremonious departure from that cult. I had a wobble that lasted about a week at the end of November, the anniversary of the whole bloomin’ thing. It’s not good that I’m still dealing with the fallout from leaving there but it IS good that it only lasted a week.
I’m not sure. I dare say that once this has been posted to the blog something else will occur to me but that’s all for now.
I suppose I AM positive for the future. Isn’t that the best any of us can ask?
Right, I’m done. Can I have my keyboard back please?
So, happy new year!
It’s been a ‘interesting’ year, full of ups and downs.
It started well, with me riding high off the relative success of last year’s NaNoWriMo. It was an important milestone with my writing, the first time I ever got around to actually finishing something in a short time that I even remotely liked. So, that was Planet Of Snakes (a sequel to the unfinished Desert Of Zin) and very happy I was with it too.
(Not that it matters what’s finished and what’s not, things have changed in that quarter. More on that in a mo.)
Then, shortly after the new year, my mother had a cancer scare. Not good, not good at all. But she had it removed, went for her radiotherapy and everything is currently peachy keen. (It’s amazing how you can get all of the angst, worry and relief of a time like that and boil it down to a couple of sentences…)
Then a few months into the year amazing news arrives. Ruth is pregnant! I still remember how excited I was when I found out. We had been trying for a while and finding out really was a gift.
Then we hit the summer. And intimidation and bullying at work. Not good seeing as I worked for the my church. With the benefit of hindsight, and plenty of counselling, there is definitely an element of a culture of dishonour about the way some Christians act despite the ‘Culture of Honour’ that is advertised.
Anyway, it wasn’t a sudden thing. Using the same old hindsight as before it’s clear that my self-esteem and confidence were being ground down over a long period of time. More on that later as well.
There was a welcome break in there called Summer’s End, a progressive rock festival in the small town of Lidney, by the Forest of Dean. Myself, The Psycho Chicken, Bruce and (when she felt like she could endure all that glorious prog) Sharla enjoyed Steve Hackett, Pallas, Pendragon and all the wonderful bands in between.
But then back to work where the situation continued to get from bad to worse…
The months of September, October and November were back to the growing depression, anxiety, stress and suicidal tendencies. This really was the worst part of the year for me. I was being intimidated and harrased by my line manager (who, unfortunately, was also my minister) and despite already letting people in authority know the situation he was still my line manager and still intimidating and harassing me.
Now, I understand that in the cold light of day it might not seem like much, but when your church is your work and the only feedback you get from your minister/line manager is negative and your interests and thoughts are open to ridicule, it tends to affect you poorly.
NaNoWriMo arrived in November, right at the height of how bad things were getting. With panic attacks and ‘The Fear’ growing almost daily it was a miracle in itself that I was able to get over 24k words.
This was the ‘All-New’ Desert Of Zin story. I felt like the existing one was going nowhere. I had no plan or interest in keeping it going and any ideas I did have just seemed tired. But then I thought that it might be an idea to take the core concepts I still had in mind for the story and just start afresh. Different setting, different characters (although with the same names) and with a narrow scope, at least initially, than the original attempt. And for the most part I’m a lot happier with it so far. Lots of stories to tell though, which is good. Stops me from getting too bogged down with any one story.
But it wasn’t finished in the month, so there we go. I’ll try again with something new next year.
It was the second-last weekend in November when everything hit the fan. Angry threats were made at work and that was the straw that broke back of it and I handed in my notice. Better that I was unemployed and healthy than employed and suicidal.
And I haven’t really regretted it once. It’s a no-brainer that I have not been back to Whiteinch Church of Scotland for the Sunday Celebration and I don’t think I ever will. I do wish them well for the future but if they ever want to see this ‘Culture of Honour’ fully realised they’ll have to really look at sorting themselves out. One thing that going though my own counselling process has shown me is that there are a good few of Whiteinch Church leadership who need counselling of their own.
But with a month of the year left, two wonderful things happened.
A story, Whiteinch In Flight, was accepted for a local anthology…
…And my daughter was born, late for Christmas, but in plenty of time for the new year.
I have big plans for 2010. It really feels like I’ve been through a lot this year and I’m confident and a feeling a lot more prepared for what I’m planning for the year ahead.
There are books to write, a wife to keep happy and a daughter to raise. No problem.
Wow. It’s been over a month since my last post, and life has been hectic.
Let’s see. What has been going on in the life of Al?
Well, NaNoWriMo started and, two and a half weeks later, stumbled and fell of the ride. Loads of bad stuff happened, mostly from my work, and I was a basket case for the majority of the month of November. Truth be told I was a basket case for a good few months before that and I still have a long way to go before I’m back to normal (whatever that is) and am back working on all cylinders.
25,000 words though. That’s not bad at all.
I’m currently unemployed as I had no other choice than to leave, the sanity of both Ruth and I was more important than a part-time admin job, and it’s going to be a long haul before I have my confidence and self-esteem back to where it should be.
Anyway, all of this madness got in the way of my finishing NaNoWriMo, which is a damn shame as I was really enjoying the story I had set myself this year. But with time on my hands before the impending birth of my first child (due date = 13th December!) I am spending some of it on Desert of Zin so I don’t totally lose the thread like I did before.