Well I’ve just had a fantastic chat with some of the creative team behind @HearCircles and the chef soundtrack is playing so let’s make focaccia.
Add all these to a mixing bowl making sure that the yeast and sugar are as far apart as possible because if they got too close they’d discover the doomed romance between their children and wait that might actually be West Side Story.
Seeing early rumblings of the traditional nonsense about NaNoWriMo. So, SUPER QUICK:
-If you want to do it, do it. I've done it twice and it was a massively positive experience both times.
-It's a BRILLIANT first step. Gets you a zero draft. You can do anything with that.
-Make sure you do anything with that zero draft. Momentum after the fact is the key. Get it however you can, rewards, targets you colour in, anything.
-If you do it, congratulations! You've made art! Now you get to make it better!
-Editing isn't fun but it's nowhere as bad as you think. I actually like playing detective and looking for the actual book inside the draft:)
-At least one professional author a year is going to feel the need to 'EVERY MONTH IS NANOWRIMO MONTH' at some point in the next 6 weeks.
The world is an absolute fucking catastrophe run by the absolute worst who despite what we were promised do not seem to lack conviction. Let’s make chicken Marsala meatballs.
See that first photo? The one without the stock? Drop all of that in a food processor and add 400g of chicken. Then blend it until it looks like faintly upsetting ice cream.
Grab your melon baller/ice cream scoop. Oil a pan, and then scoop out the mix into it.
Real quick because I have actual work to do today, the thing I think gets overlooked a lot about Campbell and Lovecraft is the shadow they cast.
Campbell's specific definition of what SF he wanted didn't just shape a 'golden age' it shaped the critical criteria we use to assess what's good and what isn't. If you don't think that's intensely damaging and we're still paying the price for it, then look up Tiptree's career.
Or the most dishonest, most whinging version of everyone's least favorite literary movement from a few years ago, saying 'We just want good simple rocket adventures back!' when we all know what they really wanted and what they really meant.
I haven’t had my coffee yet so this is going to be unfiltered.
The Mail was one of the cheerleaders for the Thatcher government and their systematic maiming of teachers’ reputations and the education system in general. That had a direct effect on my life, as the son of a teacher
My father’s health suffered, very badly, for a long time as a result of those policies. Somewhere in the region of a third of the teachers in the area ended up taking early retirement. He was one of them. That probably saved his life.
I didn’t get a late stage adolescence. I got to help my parents keep things together, which meant I was the kid who got the good grades, who behaved, who was nice. They had so much to worry about, I figured it was my job to make sure they didn’t have to worry about me.