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February 24, 2013

Also known as : Boldly going forward, ‘cos we can’t find reverse….

So this week’s weird musings.  I’ve actually been a bit retrospective this week.  You see the teenager (now the unwitting source of material in a new book, Living With A Teenager) has a serious boyfriend.  I’ve been, not melancholy – that would be silly – but reflective of how I was at that age.  The answer is that I was a lot younger than she is then and that’s clearly why I didn’t acquire a girlfriend until I was older.  Actually with life’s twists and turns that position has now been vacant again for almost a year.  Volunteers should form an orderly queue.  Stop hiding behind that lamppost….  What’s odd when I talk to her is that I often feel that I am younger then she is now!  What’s that all about?

It’s this bout of snow I think.  I’m bouncing about the house looking at how beautiful it is, and she’s just worried it might stop her seeing her boyfriend.  I wanted to build a snow Dalek, and she sulked at me. Huh.  Or maybe it’s being a fantasy writer.  My imagination is always working, and I keep in touch with my inner child, to keep that sense of wonder alive.  Teenagers probably want to get rid of it, i case it isn’t cool.

But enough of that rubbish, it’s time to be looking forward.  Spring is on it’s way, with warmer weather and new challenges.  And speaking of challenges,  I now have three big dates (not that sort of date) about to arrive:  1 April will see the release by Safkhet Publishing of the fourth in my fantasy series, The Banned Underground.  Entitled  Bass Instinct, it could be the best one yet – certainly some of the jokes might be a bit sharper, or more pointed than before.  And at the same time, I am due to submit the manuscripts of two more books – The Satnav of Doom  to Safkhet, the fifth installment of my contract there, and The Picture toThat Right Publishing in the States, the sequel to The Showing.

So if I’m not being my usual noisy self around the patch, you must all forgive me.  I’m being noisy in the study instead, and annoying the teenager who wants a bit of quiet to dream about her her boyfriend….

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3 Comments
  1. I fell in love for the first time at 16, but what this post really reminds me of is why I never had any friends as a teenager. Phnark. They were all too busy being ‘mature’ and I just wanted to be funny. Maybe it’s a writer thing.

    Cheers

    MTM

  2. I’m pretty sure girls are a lot older the boys at 16. Though I was a tomboy so didn’t have a boyfriend until I was–well, never mind.

    You are amazingly productive! Keep up the good work, and hang onto the inner child. You should be in for an interesting ride. Glad mine are boys. . .

  3. willatsafkhet permalink

    It’s life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it,
    It’s life Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.

    We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill,
    We come in peace, shoot to kill. Scotty, beam me up!

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