Okay, I confess — I'm a bad blogger. It does seem that the flurry of posting in February was, in fact, as I had suspected, over-compensating for the then-forthcoming Northern Voice panel. And since then? Nada…
To the disappointment of many. Or, a few. Or, one, at least, as my brother-in-law took pains to point out over Easter dinner.
Here's the thing, though: I don't mean to let it slide. I like blogging. But there are some days where it feels like a tremendous amount of intellectual challenge. Mock not! Mornings when I'm getting up at 4 am to write don't leave an awful lot in the way of brain cells to rub together. Throw work into the equation, and it's a wonder I'm not a gibbering idiot (which, were I to blog, you would know was not the truth, as it would be apparent I had begun to gibber long ago — case in point, this sentence).
At any rate.
I was going to post, one day last week, about how a good writing day is like sex. There were metaphors, and references to foreplay, and a rhythm that would have been all but irresistible…
And then I was going to post about how some writing days all I can picture is myself (viewed from above) at the base of a very, very, very high wall, which is covered in red scrawl. And as you zoom in on me, you realize that my hands are bloody, and I'm writing that scrawl in blood…
Apparently neither of those (from consecutive days, no less) got posted. Or written, for that matter.
So instead I'll leave you with a bit of news. Readers of this blog (both of you) may recall that I was nominated for an M Award last year for Fiction Writer of the Year (the M Awards are the arts awards presented by Monday magazine here in Victoria, as voted on by their readers). Suffice it to say, I didn't win (curse you, Bill Gaston!).
It turns out, I'm sort of nominated again this year, in two categories. First off, I'm nominated for Hardest Working Person in Victoria Literature, which pleases me to no end. I'm not going to win (nominated against Carla Funk and Jill Margo? Hell, I wouldn't even vote for me), but IF I did, I'd have to dedicate the award to my faithful partner in the promo department here, Colin Holt, who makes sure that everything runs smoothly, and contributes immeasurably to the illusion that I'm organized, efficient and … well, good at what I do, I suppose.
And secondly, Bolen Books Reading Series is nominated as best Victoria literary event, to which I say, woo hoo! And, again, thanks Colin.
But make no mistake, on the off-chance we win? I WILL be picking up the plaque. And posting it in my office. Ironically, of course.