¦ dialling in from Jesus Mound ¦
14:39 GMT, sitting at the wide expanse of oak table, French doors to my left are open, letting in a cool breeze damp with recent rain and the smell of the dense mass of trees beyond the garden. A bird is singing an interesting song; it's calls repeated and echoed deeper in the woods. I'm alone in the house, relaxed and very happy.
Seems like a long time since I wrote anything for the blog. I flew up here from Bristol in the middle of June, with Jo - she had work going on in the North East. I continued to crash. Spent days in bed, watching shite, drinking mugs of tea and munching fruit... anything requiring me to think made me feel dizzy and ill. Jo left at the end of the week and I decided to stay on, and I'm still here now, two weeks later.
Yellow Dawn has hit a bit of snag; potential copyright issues with Chaosium owning the rights to many things Cthulhu... I could just take out the section on the Mythos, as it is not essential to the game, but I'd prefer to be able to keep it in...so I need to write to Chaosium and see what's what.
To be honest though... I just need more time to get my energy back.
Falmouth University have set up an online Writing Centre; the lead guy asked me to write an article about God Seed, and he seems keen to use it, and plug God Seed, which is great news. I'm also pleased because the Writing Centre is a great resource for writers and I'm enjoying being part of something so positive and constructive.
I had a random encounter with a band on Thursday night; I'd gone to a pub with Freddy. I said I'd like to hear their music, they said "come to our gig tomorrow night". I offered to do some publicity shots for them and they agreed. So I got to see them play and I liked it so much I bought their CD. Check them out at www.myspace.com/thebesafes Fred left early because he had to catch a 6 A.M. flight to Milan the next day, meaning he'd had to be up at 4 A.M, I was halfway out the place with him, when I thought, what am I doing, this is Newcastle... I can walk home if I can't get a lift, the city is so small and compact. So I stayed; ended up in a party back at the band's house. Finally got home at 10 A.M. Great night.
Some of you who've read the short story FLINCH (published Alternate Species), or who bought a limited first edition of Iron Man Project, might recall a character called Raymond Fox. He's based on a guy I met in New York back in 1998, and partied with in New York and London for the next 36 months. Then he vanished and that was the last I heard of him. Got an E-mail from him 3 days ago, "Remember me? Here's my mobile. And I've just moved to Bristol." I was floored. We spoke briefly on the phone; going to hook-up when I get back to Bristol.
Gordon Brown took over as PM recently. The news is dominated by two stories at the moment: massive floods in the Midlands, and three car bombs (failed attacks) in London and Glasgow. Gordon Brown appears on screen to assure the nature... he comes across with a frightening sense of control: is he a good guy or bad guy? How far will the anti-terror laws be extended now? How many more civil liberties will be removed in the name of "security". Nostradamos and George Orwell seem to be strange bedfellows at the moment.
Djr