Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

Oh hey, it's been a while.

This is a quick post to say that I've caught up with all the LJ changes, including some worrying ToS changes which I had to accept before it would log me in, and I've decided to follow everyone else by moving my content to DW. (You can do it yourself from the Organize -> Import Content menu.) Once everything is exported, I'll be deleting the old account. If you think I haven't added your DW here, let me know!

As it is, I seldom use this these days - I tend to be on FB for personal family/friends things, Twitter for socialising, and Wordpress for my writing blog. Hit me up there, assuming you know where all these things are.

Yeah, still alive. Still writing. Might blog more here in depth later, because Storify is acting up on IE11 and I need to get down something about unhinged authors before it falls out my brain.

I tried to email a bunch of you lovely lot, but I got a 'delivery failed permanently' for addresses I thought would work. Cambridge folk will see where this is heading. If any of you have a GMail, Hotmail/Outlook, work address that doesn't mind personal mail...hell, even a sodding Yahoo, could you let me know what it is? (Comments screened, if you want to put it here.)

I'd apologise for the dreadful inconvenience, but think of your anger at using a popular free email address in the same way I look on the only method of contact for some people I care about being stamped on by someone with the social airs and graces of a plate of mashed potato.

Ta muchly!

Making a rare public post here, because a) it doesn’t belong on the professional blog and b) some people on Facebook/Twitter would like to read my thoughts on this. If you must comment, do try and keep to the ‘be excellent to each other’ rules, hm? Apologies for any typos or nonsensical bits; I was on the tail-end of a migraine today and the words didn't, er, word sometimes.

( 'Scotland won't know what's hit it' )

Why yes, I've been busy submitting a short story to the Scottish Book Trust, starting another two and jumping on the Camp NaNoWriMo in a vain attempt to up my word count. But I got round to writing this too, at last!

I love a good documentary. I used to be glued to Arena, and BBC's Storyville series is equally magnificent. This film, as far as I can gather, will be hitting the small screens at some point, and I'm going to try and persuade you to clear your future schedule for it.

( A dreamer, some hills and a lot of heart )

( One in a possible continuing series, if I can be arsed. )

Right, back to the sportball...

So. That book, eh? I might have gone quiet in blogland, but that doesn’t mean I’ve not been busting my ass getting it in shape for the Grimly Long Publisher Hunt. Yeah, I can juggle a freelance career, being a tortured writer *and* the demands of brazen housewifery- I’m that awesome.

I need some input though, from you LOVELY POTENTIAL PEOPLE WHO MIGHT BUY MY BOOK.

( Some random worrying and that. )

Oh, this wasn't the post I wanted to write today. I wanted to write something Wings Over Scotland-ish about social housing, but you'll have to wait now.

( Sit doon, kids. )


MESSAGE ENDS.

Ah, it's that time of year again. National Final season is over and we have nothing but the on demand leftovers to entertain us until the big day next weekend. The quality of the NF shows has been really good this year, incidentally. Sweden's Melodifestivalen was slicker and funnier than anything UK Saturday night TV could throw at us, and even the low-budget sports hall charm of Latvia kept our attention. Anyway, time for my annual ramble about European music an' ting.

( Thoughts on the national selections, and this year's absentees. )

( The Semifinal 1 contestants. With occasional husband-based input! )

And that's it for part 1, folks! Part 2 tomorrow, after I've pootled round town and added a billion pages to the novel ideas notebook. *ponders Eurovision spin-off book*

Oh, it's just been one thing after another this week what with the house moving stuff, my devotion to the Church of Eurovision and pjc50 throwing his copy of this at me so that my research looks approximately 100% more intelligent and not like I'm spending my time buying American E numbers and crying into awful documentaries about awful things in other countries. So, yeah. Words. Have some.

( Nice weather for, er, supernatural creatures )

Alright. I've sent off the short piece to my writing teacher, written a suitably Pseud's Corner author bio, so shut up and take my words before I change my mind and angst about it all again. Contains rude words and that.

( Some words and stuff )