More on Projects

The essential problem with creativity is its transient. I can't get things done because there are too many things to do, too many things to complete, more things that need starting, and still greater piles of unsorted, scrappy ideas knocking around in the dusty corners of life. Because of this, completing projects is rare.

So, I need to tidy my head up a little. I need a couple of long-term goals, a couple of short-term goals, and one to achieve by the end of the week.

Jeez, I think a spreadsheet is in order...

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The Problem With Ideas

The main difficulty one has with the idea of writing a novel is the physical act of writing a novel. There is nothing to write about; nothing in my head, unless I look for it. Most of the time, though, I don't know where to look. So a circular process starts: want to write, can't write.

Story Pitches (one line)

A girl and her cat are befriended by a unicorn from another dirmension who is convinced that the little girl is his own world's lost queen.

A man wakes up hungover in a side-street in downtown  Seoul with no recollection of how he got there. On his wrist is the word 'Jemima'. In his back pocket, a receipt from a nightclub with the words '£23m, 1800' and tomorrow's date. What does he do?

A man is befriended by his future self in the carraige of a train on a long journey. The older man is on the run, and needs to borrow something from his past to return to their future.

The internet, banking and IT records of the Western world were accidentally erased by a careless student on work experience at Cisco, causing the collapse of Western society and an unforeseen run on formerly niche items such as hessian and all-weather trousers.

Shuddering Pretension

Have just re-read the post below, and realise that I've actually become one of those snobby hipsters. What a pretentious cockend. Oh well, at least there's now a name for my 'musical' 'project' there...

Onwards!! :-s

50/5000 and Other Unrealistic Targets

Jesus, projects, eh? They're like buses - buses full of work. Anybother, I have decided that I am going to write 5,000 humourous words on 50 topics, by way of secretly writing two amazing books.

Just because I can. And obviously plot, write, and with The Better Half's help, design a book for Violet by the end of August. Crikey.

The Better Half - not for the first time - said I 'wasn't interested in many things' the other day, which hurt. Fuck that - I'll show her.

Still proud of self after manging 19.6 miles in 1 hour 6 mins on a bike in the gym yesterday - with a calorific cost of 715, no less. Can't do much more than that really. Still not smoking, either.

Had another email from a guy who I got in touch with about a Stone Roses covers band. I was originally really keen, but am now less so, as I have had a practice and realised I'm shit, and also facebooked the guy and he looks like a killer. Might just duck him, I think.