When I was little I absolutely loved a particular TV show. I don’t know why I did, whether it was the stories, the hardware, the fact there was a woman in a lead role, the man in charge or simply the concepts. It was the first TV show I actually noticed and my first experience [...]
Archive for October, 2009
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Oct
2009
2-17: The Long Night
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. Satisfied, he opened his eyes. They focussed finally and unfortunately they were pointing at a television screen, high in the corner of the room, a room that turned out to be a shop, a shop that turned out to be a burger bar. [...]
09
Oct
2009
2-14:On the road to nowhere
Daisy Penfolde turned from the swings and walked away, trying to ignore her daughter’s squeals of delight as she ran to Caroline Rook’s waiting arms…
She felt numb, but all things considered, that was at least something. With her legs on automatic, she moved through quiet streets without even the tears to mourn the loss of [...]
09
Oct
2009
I am writer, hear me scribble
It’s been a few weeks — well, nearly a damn month — of hard work and supposed cashy money to offset the lack of creativity. Course, I’ve written four short movie scripts which I’ll post in a subpage on the site, but other than that there’s been no DaisyDonnie action whatsoever.
This is about to change [...]
There are a few ways to describe one's self when effectively trying to mask the fact that you're a complete hermit and spend your entire existence behind a computer screen sipping hot tea and eating cakes. The first would be to suggest that you're somewhat introverted and avoid coffee. Another might be to suggest you're a fan of Apple Macs but are cutting-down from the 6 you used to have to an even two (Macbook and Mac Mini in turn). Finally you might choose to say that despite the massive pay-drop, this writing thing is quite a lark isn't it? Not to mention enjoying the creative life a lot more than mindless tedium in corporate jobs, working the 40 hour week to the drumming of endless meetings and political intrigue that would have made Machiavelli blush and hand his pen over to the corporate slugs that run companies these days. Enough said really.
