Show me the money
As a writer would I rather get paid or get read? My answer to that question is why can't I get paid and get read?
1:07 am
1:07 am
12:30 am
12:30 am
Is it the end?
Today was supposed to be a work day and started well enough. That was until I decided I needed to do some research, out went my plan for the day and I spent the rest of my time reading articles forecasting the end of publishing as we know it.Well not really the end end, I personally believe the book will always be around. It will just become another commodity only a few will be able to afford, or only aficionados will collect. We'll all be using some form of eReader and the book will be no longer.A part of me wants to hold on to the physicality of the book. The smell of a brand new book, the mustiness you get from old ones, the sheer joy of turning pages or hurling a book across a room when upset about the contents. I don't want to let go of any [...]
1:51 pm
1:51 pm
Festival Invites
Last year if someone had said, 'Sade you'll be invited to literary festivals,' I would've said 'shut up, no way.' Well yes way. I'm off to the 12th Time of the Writer Festival in Durban, South Africa in March. And I can tell you I'm pretty excited about it. They are paying for me to come and talk about me and the book obviously. I'm like wow, is this for real. If it's a dream, let me stay sleeping for just a little while longer.If my past form is anything to go by, I know I'll leave everything till the last minute and then start panicking on the day. I've tried to break this stupid habit, but every time I find myself exhibiting the same behaviour. I thinks I have a secret self-destruct gene that is helping me to sabotage myself.Looks like I might also be on a panel at [...]
7:44 am
7:44 am
Water shortage
So yesterday there was a bit of a crisis and the meaning of the phrase 'you don't know what you've got till you've lost it' percolated through my consciousness. We now find ourselves with water rationing due to a pipe bursting as a result of the cold weather. The funny thing is I saw the water gushing in the morning when I was busy taking pictures of the house. However it didn't occur to me that it was our water supply. I thought someone from over the road was working and had run a pipe across the road. That was until a very nice Spanish woman violently knocked on the front door and gesticulated to the pipe while speaking a foreign language. Yes is was Spanish. :-)Although I'm in the boat of, a Brit in Spain not able to speak the language. I hold myself separate from the lizard brigade [...]