High five.
by phill
We have a five
day weekend coming up, which has made the office a bit like a tentatively stacked house of cards. Stable up until the moment knocks it a little bit with a suggestion of playing poker, or briscola, or eating food. And then any chance of working goes out the window for the rest of the day. I haven’t organised anything for the weekend apart from a BBQ with Matt & Mel, a lunch with Dad, and a possible Guitar Hero night. Oh and I’ve really got to catch up with Pete and all that gang. Haven’t seen them for yonks, and I need my high school friends fix. Plus really need to see Bec and Pete’s new place.
Fuck, that makes me feel a bit old. My friends are starting to buy houses and I’m on a wage that can barely allow me to eat and go out once a week. Eh, I’ll save the worrying-over-future talk for later.
Submitted a story of mine, The Registry, to online humour ‘zine The Town Drunk. They seem like sensible people, and they boast a turn around for rejecting pieces of around a week or so. It’s been just over a week now, so either they’re busy or they’re considering it. Fingers crossed, I guess? It’s only my second submission of a short story, so even if it is a rejectionsit’s good to get into the habit of sending things out.
(Inter)National Poetry Writing Month rolls on. I’m now at a double digits, and six hastily knocked-out poems to go until I surpass my previous record of fifteen. Unfortunately my ‘inspiration.doc’ is almost entirely struck out, so cue me frantically searching for interesting news stories, and trying to suck the life out of my morning drive.
On the subject of writing poetry, I’m finding it a refreshing change from writing short fiction. There’s something nice in being able to work with images and sonics in a way that requires little thought to chronology, or causality. Someone more experienced than me will probably point out a flaw in that statement, but bugger it, I’m a newbie and I don’t care. The crew at the PFFA have been unbelievably kind and fluffy to me, which tends to make any activity pretty enjoyable, so my undying gratitude to them for that. Rock on you crazy poots!
Alrighty, I’d better pretend like I’m doing some work; a few of my runs just finished so I can continue trying to make sense of this structure o’ mine. Enjoy your weekend guys!
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I hate to point it out, but we are almost a quarter of a century old…. :/
Take pics of the house and everything for me please.
Awesome Cian, thanks. At least I get some joy in knowing that you will always hit those milestones before me.
Don’t worry too much Phill, buying a house (growing up), etc, isn’t as great as it’s made out to be.
At least you’re not in some crazy debt. There’s always a positive!
When I get some time (procrastination!) I am gonna sit down & read all your short stories & poems coz I have no doubt I am missing out.
Happy Easter haha x
damn dude, I had a housewarming bbq last weekend and the kids almost outnumbered the adults. wake. up. call.