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After lying fallow for most of last year, I've got plans to do at least five books this year. Yep. Five. One is already drafted up - The Cruel Stars. And now another one has been plotted out. At least in draft form.
The last four or five days I've been stalking around my office, muttering at the dogs. This is my preferred method for blocking out a story. I talk myself through it before I write the first word.
I rewatched this Charlie Bronson classic on Netflix a week or so back. A couple of things struck me. First, it's really badly made - in the way that lots of classic 70s flicks are really badly made. Choppy editing. Shitty music. Some terrible, terrible acting.
"Conan, what is best in life?"
To make the yellow light at the intersection with but a fraction of a second to spare, then to savour expressions of your enemies, the other, lesser drivers as they are bathed in the loathsome flash of the red light camera.
I've reached the point in this deadline where I can wrote or I can exercise but I cant do both. So I might be going backswards on my fitness over the next week.
Must stay away from the bakery.
Dropped 2.3 kgs in six days.
Still drank some beer and ate a lot of barbecue.
Body feels like I've been beaten with extension cords.
Part of my plan to drop about ten or twelve kilos while the ladies are away is to get more time in at the dojo. Traditional jujitsu is not the calorie furnace you get in the Brazilian offshoot, but it"ll do me. As I get older and the knees get creakier I find the ground-fighting harder.
By happy coincidence, however, I"m working through the second bar of my brown belt grading at the moment. Plenty of opportunity for burning off flab there.
Thomas and I had the ribtacular combo at Roddy's in West End last night. Also, the fiery chicken wings in lava sauce for starters.
We could do this because for the next three and a bit weeks we are Men Without Women. Jane and Anna are touring Italy in lieu of Schoolies Week.
I'm planning to finish The Cruel Stars and get moving for real on WW 3.1 and Girl in Time 2.
Having lain fallow for most of the year, I now find myself ready to do A LOT of work. The white board that hangs by my desk has a bunch of projects on on it, probably three years worth.
One is called EOW.
I think of it as my nod to The Stand, the book that got me into reading and, as it turned out, writing.