January 28, 2008
Three-peat...
Issue Three of fledgling Australian ezine Eclecticism has just been released, and within its virtual PDF pages you will find my flash piece, After The Flood. It is only a couple of hundred words in length, so if you want to check it out I promise it will not take too much time out of your busy schedule.
January 25, 2008
Fifteen Pages To Go...
In my desire to alternate reading classic novels and non-classic novels (i.e modern stuff) I have unfortunately stumbled across Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Now, I don't want to cause any offence to descendants of the Bronte family who may swing by this blog from time to time, but what a chore that piece of work is!
I am appalled and embarrassed to say that over two hundred pages in, and I could not say with any degree of certainty whether the central character is male or female - that's how little attention I am giving the book. A few pages ago one of the characters (I forget who) said that Heathcliff was dead, and I don't know if this is true, or if it was just being said as a wind up. I certainly don't remember it happening. It's like I'm seeing the words but not actually reading it, and I don't know if it's my fault or Emily's fault.
I am reluctant to blame the passage of time for my disinterest as well. It was published in 1847, so we are talking one-hundred-and-sixty years here, but I read Robinson Crusoe last year which came to be in 1719, and I thought that was fantastic and much more accessible.
I will get through it, because I'm stubborn that way, but don't ask me any questions afterwards. Maybe I'll have to get the CliffsNotes...
I am appalled and embarrassed to say that over two hundred pages in, and I could not say with any degree of certainty whether the central character is male or female - that's how little attention I am giving the book. A few pages ago one of the characters (I forget who) said that Heathcliff was dead, and I don't know if this is true, or if it was just being said as a wind up. I certainly don't remember it happening. It's like I'm seeing the words but not actually reading it, and I don't know if it's my fault or Emily's fault.
I am reluctant to blame the passage of time for my disinterest as well. It was published in 1847, so we are talking one-hundred-and-sixty years here, but I read Robinson Crusoe last year which came to be in 1719, and I thought that was fantastic and much more accessible.
I will get through it, because I'm stubborn that way, but don't ask me any questions afterwards. Maybe I'll have to get the CliffsNotes...
January 14, 2008
Welcome To 2008...
Happy New Year!
A little belated, sure, but I needed about two weeks to get my hangover out of the way... that and the bloody man-flu (as everyone wanted to call it). I actually took a day off work for the first time in ages because of it.
I still ain't got my PC fixed so any writing I do is redrafting of stuff I find floating about my inbox! It's not a great literary start to the year, but it means that things can only get better, doesn't it?
Always the optimist.
Anyway, once I do get Windows up and running again the wife won't see me for dust, so my loss is her gain. No wonder she isn't pushing me to get it sorted.
A little belated, sure, but I needed about two weeks to get my hangover out of the way... that and the bloody man-flu (as everyone wanted to call it). I actually took a day off work for the first time in ages because of it.
I still ain't got my PC fixed so any writing I do is redrafting of stuff I find floating about my inbox! It's not a great literary start to the year, but it means that things can only get better, doesn't it?
Always the optimist.
Anyway, once I do get Windows up and running again the wife won't see me for dust, so my loss is her gain. No wonder she isn't pushing me to get it sorted.
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