None of us should ever forget this.
Originally posted on M T McGuire Authorholic:
The competition needs us but more importantly, we need them because we need a free market and we’re close to a monopoly. If you have an iPad, use iBooks, if you have a kindle, buy your .mobi files from Smashwords and send them to your kindle, yourself. Mr Wendig is bang on the nail with this one free trade has to survive or we’re stuffed. So if anyone out there has any ideas as to how we can attract the customers using these other retailers answers on a post card please!
Here’s the post, warning, if you are upset by that kind of thing, he’s quite a sweary bloke. Think that man I can never remember the name of, Cardinal Richleau, Dr Who… oh yes, Peter Capaldi, doing In The Thick of It. Yeh… like that only less angry and not nasty. You can read the post here.
Yes, it’s lyric: Anyone guess which song? Never mind if you can’t, because this week’s blog isn’t really about music or writing.* It’s more about life in general, or at least about a part of my life at present. I realised last year that I was becoming unhealthily desk bound, and decided to do something about it. I remember that my first wife actually accused me once of being an adrenaline junkie, and I was even more confused at the random comment than normal. But reflecting much later, i came to the conclusion she might have been right, and a bit of excitement was needed in my life.
How to fill it? I could get a motorsports driving license and drive at speed around a proper track instead of the roads round here? Too costly. Powerboat racing? The sea is a bit chilly in West Wales for that. I could get a new, racy, exciting girlfriend? Too time consuming. Bungee jumping is out because of the damage to my back from crashing a hang glider years ago. Solo rock climbing the same… so I hit on solo hill walking as the answer. With the added bonus that i could take some photos whilst engaged in the sport, which you can’t really do whilst driving the powerboat, racing car or racy girlfriend. At least, not without unintended consequences. But there’s a huge pleasure in being alone on top of a big hill, miles from anywhere, with no one to disturb your thoughts.
That’s Cat Bells, in the Lake District. Suitable even for grandmothers, says the great Alfred Wainwright.
Of course, it doesn’t always work in Wales. Sometimes the Rugby isn’t on the TV.
And even climbing 3000 feet up a hill on a cold day in the middle of wales isn’t enough to find you a bit of peace and quiet.
But when you can pick and your camera, and press the shutter ( yes I still use a proper camera, not one of these fancy digital things) and get this
Then sometimes it all makes sense.
I was quite lucky to have benefitted from a classical education. Amongst the things I learnt in Latin (besides how to ignore the stupid spellcheck) was the latin tag; ‘Solvitur ambulanbo’. It was true then, and it’s still true now. For getting a sense of perspective, and for working out abtruse quadratic equations, and more pertinently for resolving difficult plot points in the next book, there’s nothing to beat walking a long distance alone on a big, big, hill. I recommend it to you all. Just don’t choose the next hill I want to climb, all right? otherwise you might end up as a victim in my next horror book…
*OK, I lied about the writing. Bite me.
Sci fi. Intellectual sci fi. Don’t miss this.
Originally posted on Jim Webster:
“Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.”
Once again I borrow the words of PG Wodehouse, a fine writer who managed to be humorous and insightful at the same time.
Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:
In my last post we discussed striving to find balance and giving ourselves permission to be imperfect. This brought about some interesting discussion and I’d like to expound. I confess. Americans are notorious for “shortening” the language.
We use a lot of words as synonyms when, truth be told, they aren’t. Or we have “blanket words” which mask truth, thus prevent us from making progress in life, with relationships, our career or even ourselves.