Rue Des Cygnes, Your Blue Room...

Progress is slow, but steady, steadily slow. I feel like messing things up again so that I can get the momentum back again. I have decided, though, that whether this thing works or not, when I finish writing all about Mr Pidd, things are going to change. I fancy a bit of travel to places I have never been, nor ever thought about visiting. I've hit, to borrow from The Lips, I think I've hit a psychic wall, and no, I am not changing my name to Patrick.

Again, something that has nothing to do with "Yesterday Is Another Day", but I went to see the Archdrude last night, at the wonderful Bristol Academy. Man that guy knows how to be a rock star, without the pretensions or the cliches. Just now got to wait patiently for The Flaming Lips! 61 days to go...



So, where is Stuart now? I am sure you are asking as I type. Well, he is on the way back from Calais after setting fire to The Lady's car, buying cheese and some sheap red wine. He also hopes that he has pissed off the Superior Beings enough, but not too much. He still don't know what the consequences would/will be. But he don't care anymore, he is doing what he wants and I am starting to realise the auto-biographical slant on all of this.

So, to the King Of Chaos!

Yknaaa!

Crawling To Target...

Ah, so a few days has passed, but I have managed to drag myself to this place again. Sorry about the last post, but when something like that happens, it tends to need saying.

First the bad weather...

Just poked my way past 45,000 words. It aint so much a writers block that has slowed progress, more the fact that things have been pretty good for the last week or two. When I say pretty good, I mean compared to the four or five weeks previous. I am so glad that certain things have happened, I have been spun a certain line before, but this is the first time it has ever actually been said with honesty, and I am thankful to that person. And I mean what i said about the job offer.

Might of said this before, but that time I was wrong. I have now written the last chapter and it is wonderfully messed up. Basically what happens at the end is this...

As if...

But Stuart is happy for now, so am I, but that is all subject to change, so watch this space.

The other thing that is getting in the way is that I have started to return to my first love, music. The other day I wrote my first song for about 6 years and tonight I wrote another one. I am pouring out things that, maybe, should go into the book, but they are too personal. I have confessed things over the last couple of weeks that I never thought would reach another living soul, and to the person who has been there, I will always remember your patience and understanding. Just do not trivialise your own suffering.

Always the short one...

Easier said than done...

Please Forgive Me...

This is nothing to do with the book, this is to do with something more important than I could ever write.

This is for Liam, a beautiful kid, who was a friend of Sam, my Nephew and of our family. I say was, because he died yesterday, one day away from his seventh birthday. I only met him a few times but that was enough, he was cool as fuck.

Love and thoughts to his family...

God Bless.

Thug Helicopter Ón Aer Chór

Ah, so here we are again. Some numbers to start us off today;-

Words - 34,694

Characters (no spaces) - 150,506

Characters (with spaces) - 186,927

Paragraphs - 589

And so, what has been happening. I am becoming fearful that someone out there will not be too happy about the parts of this book that relate to her. I think she might get a bit pissed off and rip my balls off (although she might need longer arms than I suspect she has). I am having fun with her persona and I think Stuart is enjoying her company.

As for the story itself, it is now getting to the point where the material that leads to the ending is starting to develop.

Also, once again, I have written something that had me almost in tears (No, not cos it is badly written or the like) and is difficult for me to read again (ditto) without feeling my heart start to break. Some of the most emotional parts of this book are inspired by, but not necessarily about, my very recent past so the cuts are still visible to any one who cares to look.

Anyway, just about to start the nineteenth chapter.

Ciao Ceausescu...

My Only Need Gives One Less Idiot Apathy...

So, where are we. Sitting here trying to keep the momentum going within the world of Mr P. Added a couple of thousand words in the last couple of days. I am trying to keep the middle part of the book interesting, but since I realized what the ending was going to bring, it seems to be getting a bit meandering. I think some editing may be in order.

I have decided to bring one of the characters that appeared in Lisbon back as an accomplice to The Lady. Not only to help out the narrative, but also to appease the person she is based on, might even get a free holiday out of it, ;-)

Also, I may have a deadline for this thing. I have been offered something that, on the surface, scares the shit out of me, but the deeper I dig, the more I am sold on this opportunity. This is a chance to do something so potentially wonderful that I really want to have the guts and belief in myself to do it. First of all, though, I need to get on a horse and have a bit of a trot around the equestrian centre. Yehaaa!

By the way, if this book thing comes to anything, I know the people who shall be partly to blame. You won't be forgotten. Just sorry to you lot for giving you grief and too many repetitive texts/messages.

I know what I feel and what I want...

Oh, and I have rediscovered my past CLICK HERE to see some of it...

No Good, No Why, Not Bad, But I Can't Stop now...

Bloody hell, that was a bit of a wall to climb over. Twenty four hours without being able to get a single word out. But thanks to a certain person for giving me two words to inspire me. I didn't use them, but it got me thinking. Thanks!

Two bits of news, just managed to scrape thru' the 30,000 words mark and also got my first rejection slip yesterday. I feel like a proper rejected author now!

Kilimanjaro