Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
"He was rude. I watched him push past others, heading for the pornography section. He probably used the oil in his hair for lube. Bastard." - Jamieson Wolf
The judges loved 'how much we hated this man', which is an odd comment to make about a winner I'll grant you, but hey - I had nowt to do with it. Personally I loved this one and it was one that caught my eye straight away. More than anything it was Jamieson's final, damning verdict that I enjoyed most.
"She entered with her own soundtrack. Her bouncy stride and fluid hair moving to the rhythm of a private theme tune, her finale a disarming smile." - Kat Wright
One judge commented on how much they loved the image of the 'fluid hair' another on 'entering with her own soundtrack'. I have to admit I too loved that idea, the movement as music, was geet mint, like.
"She's red-haired, red-faced and breathless. Not single – she’s with a list. Shame about the scar across her cheek. It looks like a zip" Rachel Green
The final judge had the final say on this one "I love the 'zip' bit, it's minging, it's such a cool and cruel description!" And yeah, well, can't argue with that either.
So, congratulations ladies and gentleman, a signed copy is winging it's way to you as we speak, I hope it's worth the effort.
Because here were so many great ones though, I thought I'd include some of the ones so close to getting freebies. So, no books I'm afraid, but much love and respect, yo.
"Inside, she’s Grace Kelly. Cheekbones. Glassy tones. Tulle petticoats . . . Outside, Alan’s bearded, bellied, sweaty-palmed. Rents ‘Rambo’ for the thousandth time – wishes nonetheless."
Monday, 19 January 2009
Seems... I dunno... Disjointed? Is that the word I'm grasping for here? It's almost like a Stand-alone Day. As if today is thoroughly unconnected from the rest of time, from life in general.
I don't think I mean this in a day of Momentous Importance type thing, rather as a Day of No Particular Relevance Except That It Arrived, And That It Rained. And That It Was A Day I Took Seriously.
Maybe that's the confusion. I'm not used to taking things seriously. Or, at least, I'm not used to admitting that I am.
It's all very strange.
See, as you (most likely) know 9987, my baby, hits the shelves. Somewhere, I hope, a book shop has opened this morning and it had my book on a shelf. And I'd been planning balloons and parties and fanfares and celebrity appearances and everything. Today's post was going to be mint, properly, massively, kick ass cool. How.
But I dunno.
Maybe, it's because it's raining. Maybe it's because it's a Monday. Maybe because I'm yet to see the book anywhere.
It's not as real as I thought it would be.
Other things are on my mind.
All I've thought about since I was in Primary school, my only, ever, ambition is realised today. I can now, properly, introduce myself as a Writer. Today is a wonderful, drizzling, fog wrapped day.
And I am proud of myself. Which is rare. And it's a good feeling.
But: Other things are on my mind.
I am worried a little, about someone. And, as awful as it sounds, the fact that I am worried is a wonderful thing.
It appears that my priorities may have shifted a little bit.
I love writing, I will always write, even if nothing of mine is ever read by anyone but me I'll continue to scribble notes and sit up late with coffee and keyboard typing and typing and typing.
But, it appears, it may no longer be The Most Important Thing In The World.
It is quite possible that there is something else I am equally passionate about.
It is quite possible that there is something else that I want to give my time to.
It appears that I am taking things seriously. I am, or at least I like to now think of myself - as of today - A Serious Writer. An Actual Writer. And, equally exciting I think, and certainly warranting it's inclusion in this rambling - Not Quite The Launching Post I Expected To Write - post, I am suddenly realising how serious I am about other things.
And it's a little bit scary. And it makes my stomach go all fluffy and odd. And it makes me smile occasionally when no-ones looking. And, this morning, I worry a bit, and hope things will turn out ok, eventually.
Good luck to my baby, but my thoughts are with others. And that, I reckon, is Proper Mint. How.
Plus: Teething DK Issues
Although DK is up and ready for his debut feature, I'm having some problems transferring footage to legage to eyeballage which would, of course, enable you to see.
If you catch my drift...
But it's coming. Honest.
Oh, and before I forget.
Competition results will be announced - hopefully, tonight. The judges were locked still in debate late last night and haven't, as yet, passed on any winners to me. I suspect though, that they have drank all my wine...
Sunday, 18 January 2009
That's it, time's up. It's over. Relax. Let it go.
Breathe a little easier.
The competition is now closed, boys and girls. And woah, kids, but I got a few entries.
So... Tomorrow I will announce the results. As I speak my carefully selected panel of judges are arguing and discussing and drinking my wine. I sit patiently and wait for White Smoke.
Tomorrow, my Baby steps out on the shelves. Well, some non-credit crunch shelves anyway. And hopefully it'll make it's way onto your shelf. Next to someone nice I think. I reckon it needs a hug. Just, you know, don't leave them alone together...
Anyway. For now, I've stuff to ponder on and panic about and purchase (I've got some kick ass prizes to give out at the launch).
So, I'll be back tomorrow with a longer, and hopefully, more useful post.
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
I've had quite a few entries already, and they're all really, really good. So, if you feel up to the challenge get them fingers going.
Or, if not, 9987 hits the shelves on Monday peoples, so get their early and join the queues...