A woman called Fallon Sherrock has won the world championship of darts (first time for the ladies) and there is something just so fucking wildly gleeful about the crowd reaction that in line with my new policy on publishing only good things, I have to run it here.
I haven't played darts in years, and was never any good. But this makes me smile every time I watch it.
For a very long time, I found it difficult to write here. It started when my dad got sick and got worse after he died. Partly it was depression, but even after that cleared I didnt seem able to just login and write. I was too busy trying to rebuild my writing career with ebooks, private columns, and this year with screenwriting.
Every minute spent here was time subtracted from that effort.
And then I found a cafe that opened at 5.30 in the AM.
One of the knotty little challenges in writing any series of books is the reader who arrives halfway through. It happens. All the time.
Some of them don't even realise they've stepped into a story that's already rolling. They just feel a bit confused and frustrated and don't know why.
Had a moment of high excitement today when James McPherson on Twitter reminded me that Felafel was a book I wrote.
Finally returned to the mat last night. The first time I"d trained at the dojo, in about five or six weeks. I was away of course, and when I came back I promptly caught a tummy bug. Missed a week or so before travelling too, with all of Thomas"s graduation stuff.
Long story short, I was rusty.
So of course we did knife work, all night.
The full audiobook hasn't dropped yet, but for anyone who'd like a sneak preview, the first chapter is on SoundCloud.
I"ve been using the same beaten up shoulder bag for just under twenty years. I picked it up for a trip to the US back 2001, and it"s served me well ever since. Indeed it it gave yeoman"s service just recently in Korea and Hong Kong.
I enjoyed a quick trip down to Sydney last night for a Christmas party with the TV guys I"ve been doing some stuff with this year.
Great night. The venue was a brew pub in St Peter"s - Willie the Boatman.
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