Posts in Category: daybook



  • I need a new hobby. Seriously, I write fiction and that’s about it. Of course I watch as many films as I can, drink whisky, read books, go for walks, play games, but that’s culture and doesn’t count, everyone does those things. So because I’m involved with the Leicester Hackspace I’ve decided that I want to learn some electronics and make lots of noise (through headphones) by buying an basic electric guitar, learning to play basic chords, and then uilding some effects boxes. It’s a more interesting source of noise than a synthesizer. I want to make noises like Earth and Sunn 0))).

  • About a month ago I started a new job. The job title on the bottom of my work email now says “IT Support Technician”. And I am that. It’s an interesting place to have that job title because I am a support technician for a lot of users doing the daily run-of-the-mill jobs like changing passwords, poking desktop computers and phones that aren’t working, servicing laptops, etc. But I’m also expected to help maintain the scary servers upstairs. It’s fun. It’s stressful. It’s a source of anecdotes.

  • It’s 20:00. That means it’s whisky O’clock.


1. I haven’t blogged for ages. The last daybook entry on my website was
made back in September. Since then I’ve travelled to and from Finland
at the end of October, and then mostly to and from my day job in a
nearby market town. Finland was the best! I haven’t felt as peaceful
and relaxed in a years than the day I spent walking around Nuuksio
National Park just outside of Helsinki. I want to go back
there. That’s all I have to say about Finland: I want to go back.

2. Yesterday Jenny & I were at the Quaker Meeting House on Queens Road
in Leicester. A loose writing group that we’re both members of held a
critiquing session. I hope that I gave useful feedback to the four
stories/extracts/chapters that were presented, although by the third
piece I’d started to fall asleep. Still, it was a good chance to
catch up with the work that friends are doing.

3. Today I’m trying to get a short story finished. It has no intended
market or even audience. Who would want to read a story about a
disabled football hooligan in the future written as a stream of
conscious? No, the purpose of this story is to test some process
tricks I have been thinking about so 2014 can be a more comfortable
writing year. I need to get the habit back. I need the addiction

4. I am also using today as a way to catch up with all the Burial EPs
that I’ve missed over the past couple of years. Loner on Kindred EP
is immense.

5. This post was originally written as an email using IFTTT to post to
Tumblr. It didn’t work as I intended so has been switched off
again. (There was a newline/paragraphing issue.) One thing to look at
in the new year is better ways to work from the command-line. I have
in the last quarter moved most of my working stack over to the
command using a combination of screen, cmus, and a lot of Emacs. My
intention is to use as much of the terminal working on full screen as
I can. I want to work only with text and I am easily distracted by
the temptations of the Web. Evening having my netbook’s Emacs
installation being able to work with Twitter is quite frankly
poisonous. Yes, I think it’s cool that a thirty year old text
editor/operating system can read and write to Twitter, but it is
still utterly toxic to my already limited productivity.

At Home, My Back Against the Radiator


I’ve spent the last week visiting Helsinki, Finland for my first
holiday abroad is fucking ages. I flew out to Helsinki from Heathrow
Airport on Sunday 27th of October and arrived back yesterday, on the
second. Some words & phrases that can be used to summarise last week
are: beer, Koff Porter, orgasmobeer, Cafe Mascot, drag bingo, museums,
Nuuksio national park, delicious goo made from courgettes, hangovers,
two very different cathedrals (one Russian Orthodox, one Lutheran),
Suomenlinna Island, the nuclear zombie apocalypse island, free CDs, a
lost purple hat, drinking in Aki Kaurismäki’s bar/cinema, Digitalis
Records, expensive dinner, a tranquil Helsinki airport, and a chaotic
Heathrow airport.


Today I’ve mostly spent installing first Debian Linux on my netbook and
then XUbuntu Linux because the windows manager and setting configuration
for previous distribution that I’d used, CrunchBang, on the portable
computer was taking the piss far too many times. Sure, it was quicker
running than XUbuntu, but changing the time-zone was a bloody pig of a
job. In 2013 no one who is running a graphical user interface should
have to use the command line to change time-zone. And I say this as
someone who lives in either Emacs or a Bash shell.


So I’m back at the day-job tomorrow. An eight o’clock in the morning
start, which isn’t too awful, as it means I get to come home at a
sensible time. Also since I’m back at the day-job I can start earning
some money towards buying myself a synthesizer to play with.

I want to make weird noises.


And now I’m watching a recording of Lou Reed playing his Berlin album
from 2006.

“It’s so cold in Alaska.”

Love Your Dum and Mad

  • Saturday. It’s the last one I’m spending at home for a few weeks, so I have a genuine desire to do very little. Today I intend to spend a couple of hours this morning writing a piece of micro fiction and then go out this afternoon to see Carl Theodor Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc at the Phoenix in Leicester. One of my favourite films and possibly the best example of how silent cinema can cut into a viewer’s heart. I expect that there will be tears in the auditorium.
  • Last Wednesday Jen coaxed me out of the house after a late shift to see Nadine Shah at the Crumblin’ Cookie. Met up with Elee & Will. Enjoyed it a lot. Wasn’t impressed by the support act, but then I rarely am.
  • Peirene Press publish good things. Investigate them!
  • 11:11. Time to push further into a draft and listen to Love Your Dum and Mad.

Blinded by the Sun

  • Yesterday Magnus published a story of mine, Leicester Forest East, on his podcast Telling of Tales. Obviously, I urge you to all take fifteen minutes of your time to listen to Magnus’ performance. If you can tell us what you think of it that’d be grand.
  • Another Gabriel Josipovici book arrived yesterday. A collection of essays & lectures called “The Singer on the Shore.” Sadly I didn’t managed to read much of it immediately after work because the iPhone 5s/c launch did terrible things to my wakefulness, but before falling asleep I enjoyed reading an essay on Borges. Jen has also enjoyed reading a piece about T.S. Eliot from it.
  • Another book arrived this morning. Jeff Vandermeer’s “Wonderbook: The Illustrated Guide to creating Imaginative Fiction” dropped through the letterbox.. I bought it out of curiosity. My initial impressions are that it’s a beautiful book, but there’s a lot for me to quibble over and disagree with inside.
  • I don’t know what’s happening tomorrow. Probably a mixture of sleeping, reading, and writing scripts.

There is no Warmth

  • One of the radiators started leaking on Sunday night/Monday morning. This dropped the pressure in the house’s central heating system. There is no warmth, no hot water, and we are all sitting in the living room around the fire. It should be fixed tomorrow.
  • On Sunday night we watched Hanna. It is a film that I missed on its original release and only purchased because it was placed above the dance music section in the Leicester HMV at a low price. I enjoyed it. The soundtrack bugged me until I worked out it was by The Chemical Brothers. There’s an obvious line of visual symbolism running through the entire film based on Grimm’s Fairy Tales. This was almost clever as it does provide a friendly reoccurring motif through the film, but is only almost clever because its too bloody obvious and jars with Hanna’s other clever tricks. Also, who know Joe Wright could direct something other than cloying period dramas based on novels?
  • There’s an honest and decent reason I was in HMV buying dance music. A Saturday shift at the day job. They were selling the first five Orbital albums for fifteen quid. A price that I found hard to pass up given the unrelenting boredom that the six hours on Saturday promised and delivered.
  • Last night I ordered two Gabriel Josipovici novels, Infinity: The Story of a Moment & Goldberg Variations. Earlier this evening I found myself reading to Paul Kincaid essays reflecting on Josipovici’s polemic essay Whatever Happened to Modernism. ( When is the Modern & The Marquise with the Lead Pipe at Five).) Now I don’t think the same way as Paul as I am certainly more enthusiastic about Josipovici’s argument, but these two essays are grist for the mill and worth considering.
  • I am starting to get the hang of Emacs. Org mode is fantastic. (This entry was entirely written and exported to HTML using Emacs & Org mode.)

Busy About the Tree of Life

1 – My copy of Busy About the Tree of Life arrived yesterday and I took
the time to read “The Heat Death of the Universe.” It is a commendable
and memorable story. It is also a glimpse at a parallel track that
science fiction can also investigate, but rarely does. My main concern
when reading Heath Death was a feeling that stories as formally
inventive and/or quotidian are still incredibly hard to place in a short
story market. Would today’s editors take the time to read Heat Death
through to its conclusion? I have serious doubts that unless the author
was already very well established — unlike Pamela Zoline was when this
story first appeared in New Worlds — they would.

2 – Today at work I mostly listened to Basic Channel’s Quadrant Dub I &
II and Ash Ra Tempel’s self titled album. It may have had adverse

3 – Tonight, in my ongoing quest to find the perfect text editor, I
experimented with Emacs. Still happier using nano.


* As I write this Jenny is on a train heading north to Edinburgh. She’s
editing a report and it is more efficient for her to be up there. I
can’t go. Which is in some ways a shame because I enjoy visiting
Edinburgh and could do with some time alone holed up in a hotel room to
write. But I’ve a day job and right now I’d rather use my holiday
allowance to spend time with Jen.

* Of course that means until Thursday I’m pretty much free to spend my
evenings writing as much or as little as I’d like. So I expect to spend
a lot more time than is usual at her computer in our bedroom staring at
a terminal window.

* The first week of any month for me is usually spent planning &
outlining a new short story to write. I’ve planned one already and I’m
rapidly outlining it in my preferred notation (I write comic scripts
first, prose second). An observation that I made about the material I’m
happiest writing occurred last week. I’ve tried and failed to write
generic adventure stories. It just isn’t for me. Plot bores the hit out
of me. Trying to write that way makes me unhappy because it isn’t what I
normally read, but for the occasions when I do then there are writers
who find it altogether more enjoyable to produce, so I may as well leave
them to it. Reflecting on this, I made a decision to look back a few
years to the material and concerns found some of the stories that I
wrote for Weaponizer and to mine that seam again. The science fiction
and fantasy I want needs to be imbued with the spirit of Katherine
Mansfield’s short story collection The Garden Party. If it isn’t about
people and their failures then I’m not interested.

* Two things that seem to keep appearing in my fiction: work &

* Tonight I am going to eat pizza, drink God Beer, and watch Simon
Schama’s The History of the Jews.

Heat Death – A Small Observation.

A small observation.

Two days ago Paul Kincaid republished a review of “The Cold Equations“, a canonical hard science fiction story from 1954, to his website. Yesterday, in response to the fresh discussions that review generated, he republished an article where he characterizes Hard Science Fiction as being fundamentally right wing. This generated even more discussion and apparently also drove three times more traffic to Paul’s site than his previous best day. At the time of writing the tweet with the link to that article was retweeted 6 times and favourited 1 time. Apparently people like to grouse about politics and science fiction.

Today Paul republished a review of Pamela Zoline’s first short story from 1967, “The Heat Death of the Universe.” Paul wrote positively about the story and highlighted its importance in the New Wave canon. He wrote so movingly about the story and Pamela Zoline, who I’d not heard of before, that it encouraged me to purchase a second hand copy of her short story collection “Busy About the Tree of Life”. All before I’d had my morning coffee. Again, at the time of writing, the tweet Paul linked to this review with was retweeted 2 times and favourited 1 time. And from what I can tell there’s been hardly any discussion about either the review itself or the actual story on twitter.

This bugs the shit out of me. When a review of a short story nearly sixty years old with lamentable politics and a commentary on the nature of hard science fiction suggesting that the sub-genre reflects a right wing ideology earns more attention than a review of a story that pre-empts many of the progressive trends lauded today there is a fucking problem. Why? Because the people who want attention to be paid to those progressive elements within science fiction and fantasy are still expending more visible effort concentrating their discussion on the shit they very often want to move away from. I’ve seen this happen before. The material that might actually help improve diversity in science fiction / fantasy / literature either formally or representatively gets ignored in favour of bickering over material about on the more backwards or nostalgic elements of genre. Reviews of “The Cold Equations” & articles on Hard SF have their place. Really, they do. However, too often more time is spent talking about those things and less is spent looking at reviews of stories like “The Heat Death of the Universe.”

Monday Morning.

* Was at work this morning reading my archives of Warren Ellis’ Bad
Signal in between processing orders and decided that I needed to do
something similar but hidden. The archives and the rss feeds for this are
public, but the material doesn’t appear on the front page of my website.

* The category I’m using internally on WordPress is called Daybook. It
is sort of one of those. The other technical task I wanted to achieve
tonight was setting up a command line blogging system for us on Jen’s PC
The Brain and my netbook Rashomon. Haven’t done that yet. It’s harder
and my not be as feasible as I hoped. Will look into it at the weekend.

* It is five past eight on the second of the September. Dusk.
Street lights outside my house are turning themselves on. From YouTube I
am playing Ashra Temple. Spooky.

* On Saturday I managed to recover long enough from the shitting horrors
to see Elysium at the local art house cinema. I think it is a
significant improvement over Neil Blomkamp’s first film, District 9.
Sadly the political allegory has been softened, but the cinematography &
editing are now mostly consistent. It doesn’t seem like I’m watching two
different films spliced awkwardly together.

* 20:09. I have twenty minutes left of scheduled alone time. Just
enough time to spell check this and start mind-mapping ideas for the
short story I’m working on this month.