My latest show for RTRFM

WED 21 March – at a ridiculous hour (4am) I did my latest show…a wide of music, with 6 underplayed (in my opinion) songs from the 1980s spread through the 2 hours. Take a listen…I promise it’ll be entertaining.

http://rtrfm.com.au/show-episode/snoozebutton-2018-03-21/

 

A short excerpt from The Langorian Queen

read in my very own dulcet tones…

A poem for teachers

I was looking back through the posts and liked this one…

Another Grumpy Commuter

A Teacher’s Lament

(after Trenches: St Eloi by TE Hulme )

Over the flat desks of Room 3B
a wide-eyed wall of ignorance.
Lust
In the silence disgusting boys
loitering with intent, picking their noses:
all itching to go, ignore the books.
Girls walk as on street corners,
making boys drool, follow,
drawn by instinct, drawn by promise,
after a pierced bare belly.

The boys have testosterone. The girls have no pants.
Behind the bikeshed, groping, shagging, lying missionary style.
Unwanted babies, chaos:

hell is a school classroom. The minds about me are closed.
Nobody answers. There is nothing to do but drink.

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We just had an election…wonder if anything will change?

In honour of the election here is a special poem about politicians. I’ve posted it before but hey…it never goes out of date.

Clowns

Every few years we get the chance,
stroll down the road,
tick another box or two,
decide which toad
will screw us over for the next few,

break promises so easily made,
take junkets too,
raid our wallets with glee,
those well-dressed few
who spew smug platitudes and see

no shame in cat-calls, insults, petty
parliamentary
games – he said, she said. Lice!
You disgust me,
you clowns for whom we pay the price.

 

 

And on a lighter note I also finished the 2nd draft of the Queen of Langoria….things are moving along

A short trip…and some writing

While I should have been polishing off the last 15 percent of the second draft of The Queen of Langoria, I went AWOL. Yes…I enjoyed a squiz at the Versailles Exhibition at the National Gallery and then the Popular Pet Show at the National Portait Gallery. It was very relaxing and the weather was great as was the Hyatt Hotel.

I between I’m sure that I violated some sort of code by reading John Birmingham’s Alien Side Boob column while sitting in the rarified atmosphere of the National Library. It was at the very least, an act of sedition.

Anyhow, I also knocked out over 1000 words on a new story idea…let’s just call it One Cyborg at a Time for now. Made me laugh.

And here is a picture of Lake Burley Griffin and the bell tower obscured by lush trees and with my foot providing foreground…sensational!

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My 2 weeks to write is over…

Yes indeed it is over. And, rather surprisingly, I have achieved most of what I wanted to achieve. I have reached the halfway point in the 2nd draft of Langoria, which was always going to be the big challenge. I still have work to do, but most of the problems in structure and motivation, backstory consistency etc were in the first half. While there is still a lot of work to do from here, the second half flows much more smoothly and shows that I was really into the story and was writing with more confidence and ease. So from here on in I would hope to get some final draft out in the middle of the year, time and work permitting. Now…there is also the issue of cover art.

As an aside, I took time out from writing yesterday to go to the Perth Writers Festival to listen to Garth Nix, Jay Kristoff, and Ken Liu speak about writing. That was an awesome session, very enjoyable and I recommend that if you get the chance you should listen to these guys speak in person. It’s very illuminating. I have been going to writers festivals for a number of years and that was the best session I’ve been to.

So now it’s back to work next week and a lot less time for writing…but I am reinvigorated. Good luck with all your writing…

George

 

 

Just last Wednesday

This was one of my first few blog posts almost 6 years ago. I think Freddie is in all likelihood still riding the buses and boring people to death

Another Grumpy Commuter

Just last Wednesday I was sitting on the bus minding my own business when I got distracted by the conversation going on behind me. There was a man in his early thirties dribbling on to the young girl who was in the unfortunate position of sitting next to him,and being jammed up against the window by his bulk. She looked totally disinterested in his conversation and I think I heard her whisper ‘Beam me up Scotty’ at one point.

The man, I think his name was Frederick Feodor Fuckwit III, was talking about his new house and how good it was going to. It would, apparently, have 55 bedrooms, 45 bathrooms, 11 home theatres, lounges, kitchens, dining rooms, rumpus rooms, double garages. It was going to be really big. In fact his was likely to be bigger than anybody else’s! He was also going to fill it with furniture, including…

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