I can’t help the feeling that I waste an awful lot of time, and I don’t mean that in the terrible habit of procrastination sense. What I mean is that there are around twelve hours every week day when I am out of the house and unable to work. This is because I am at…… Continue reading Frustrated.
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We need more Sundays.
It’s such an underrated day, anything can happen on a Sunday. Today I’m going to visit my Mum to watch some home videos of when I was five that I haven’t seen forever and then me and the girlf are going to hers to see her cousin (and her baby) and then I’m going to…… Continue reading We need more Sundays.
Why they were right all along.
I went for a bike ride at lunchtime today. I think it’s the first time I’ve ridden a bike since approximately August 2005, they were right, it isn’t something you forget. That wasn’t even the point I was trying to make, that was just (possibly) a fact. The thing that I’ve realised they were right…… Continue reading Why they were right all along.
Redrafts are hard.
Straight up. Simple as that. I could just not write anymore. The statement alone does it all. I won’t stop there though, because you’re already hanging on my every word. I’ve established the reason I don’t ever redraft anything is that you’re basically accepting that you didn’t get it right initially. I’m one of those…… Continue reading Redrafts are hard.
I miss you.
I keep getting to thinking about the people I’ve lost in the last couple of years, it’s a process which I’ve been nobly informed is called ‘reality checking’ where you think of something you want to tell the person and then remember that unfortunately it isn’t a possibility, that they aren’t there to be told,…… Continue reading I miss you.
I’ve lost today’s blog
I’m really annoyed. I started a post this morning about why we should legalise weed and it’s decided to delete itself before I could finish it. Curses.
Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me
I turned 25 last month, an age I previously would have referred to as being adult. At eighteen I assumed that by twenty-five I’d be set in my ways, have my own place, maybe even be married, silly little eighteen year old me. The state of play as I see it id that I’m twenty…… Continue reading Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me
You’ve got to try.
I was on a bus this morning (because I’m a sucker for sharing my travel time with twisted broke fuckers) and spotted an old school friend who I haven’t seen in a while. We had a bit of a catch up on the way to our mutual destination and he asked what I had been…… Continue reading You’ve got to try.
Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.
In the last week I have been to three gigs, namely Civil Wars, The Shins and Noah & The Whale. I’ve got a few observations I would like to share with you, but heads up now, this isn’t a triple review. The first is the issue of cameras and smartphones being used to capture the…… Continue reading Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.
‘Just finish it already’.
That was the best piece of advice I got for my novel, and this weekend I managed to finish it and now I’m bummed out that I won’t be able to feed that back to the person who provided me with such a sound turn of phrase. I don’t know if you read my blog…… Continue reading ‘Just finish it already’.
Paul Schiernecker 