Strange old day. Strange old week in fact. My Cloudy Minds Book of the previous post is proving a fount of inspiration. I made this book a little different to previous versions in that I glued a picture into it every eight or so pages, gave most of the pictures fabulous titles to inspire even more fabulous stories and then on the opposite page listed prompts. So far I have pages of ideas for three shorts/novellas/God knows for fabulous/amazing/the best yet stories - only one problem, I haven't actually written a word all week. **Scratches chin - thinks there's a spanner in these works.**
Anyhow, I was determined to write today (the sun hasn't gone down yet so there's still hope) and I blame Aaron Polson for encouraging the procrastinating demon on my right shoulder. Thanks to his blog post, I discovered that if you put your search term in quotation marks on Google then you get posts actually relevant to what you are searching for. Stone me. I swear, I'm the last idiot on the block. So, like all good egotists, I searched for me and I found me, lots of me - yay! - fun at first until half the comments I've left on other people's blogs for the past year started to show up - bored now.
One of the links led me to an old small press newsletter that I used to subscribe to back in the day - Mirage - boy did it take me back. If you click on the link you'll notice that I've chosen the edition of the newsletter where they mention one of my stories and it received a good review. Well, I'm not going to pick one where they didn't mention me. Doh! This idiot is only half-idiotic. Now I feel all reminiscent about all the old magazines that I used to pray to the publication gods that I would get into (and mostly didn't). It's strange because I often feel as if the me then is not the me now... Does that make sense? I certainly think my writing has improved, in fact, I was surprised to find a positive review from way back when. I haven't read any of those old stories in over a decade, and I don't intend to either.
For me there is a dividing line between then (1993-2004) and now (2008 onwards). Sometimes I wish I had dropped the 1990s Catherine J and become plain old Cate.
Gee did this post go on.