ShortNess, Sources and Sauces

Dear reader,

An even shorter one this week, because, crikey, work is multitudinous and time-consuming.

In that frame of mind, in addition to CaBiret on the 24th, I’m also Doing Poems at Vinyl Deptford on Friday 8th. Come along if you want to hear something a little less fluffy…

I gave a talk on Wednesday for Videobrains, as mentioned in my last post. It went very well – mental health and videogames are subjects close to my heart, and I’ve always been interested in what can impact on or help mental illness, having gone through a bad spell of it myself. I’m hoping to expand the talk to an hour, hopefully for Nine Worlds 2018 (assuming the content organisers like the sound of it), as there was a lot more that I would’ve loved to expand on. Unfortunately the talk wasn’t recorded for YouTube – so, in case you’re reading this and were one of the 183 people who took the time to fill out my survey, thank you! The responses were varied, informative and amazingly helpful.

I made use of quite a few webpages and articles for my talk, so I’ve posted a bibliography-of-sorts below. And, well, I now need to go and learn how to use an in-browser conference program, write a bit more poetry and eat pasta. No rest for the wicked, or even the moderately good… Perhaps next week I’ll manage an update on my garden!
The Most Stressed-Out Generation? Young Adults

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Look upon my office, ye mighty…

Dear reader, it’s been that sort of week where I’ve either been working as hard as the spider whose web I destroy every evening (I’m sorry, but if Horace will insist on tethering his home to the watering can then that’s his perogative), or doing an excellent impression of a Snorlax. I’ve managed to write a fair few things, seen some lovely friends and generally made a decent busybody of myself, when I’ve not been asleep or suffering stress in physical form. Ah, brains. How fun they are. How good of mine to turn a stressful experience into what’s felt like a week-long, on and off panic attack. Just lovely.

Anyway! I’ve also been Doing Admin, aka sorting out my accounts and tidying the office area. I discovered that although accounts may be hard, they’re actually a doddle in comparison to assembling a magazine rack. Once I’d finally got the blasted thing together I felt so triumphant that I nearly quoted Shelley at it, because once you’ve used Chaucer to illustrate how ill you’re feeling, there really is no going back.

Speaking of how ill one feels, my back is unfortunately playing Ultimate Silly Buggers, so I’m going to have to cut this one short and see if a bath will help. However, I promised last week to plug things, so:

This Wednesday coming, I’m going to be speaking on videogames and mental health at Videobrains.

Next month, I’m in CaBiret again, Doing Poems along with a bunch of other splendid people.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try and soak in some glittery water. Next week, news of the garden. Thanks for reading.



It smelt like the memory of a six-year-old’s birthday party

Dear reader, I appear to have fallen through a wormhole last weekend, which is why I didn’t manage to post last Sunday. Either that or I was somewhat exhausted from a couple of difficult things happening, but I think I prefer the wormhole theory. Moving swiftly on, this week’s entry includes news of driving, writing and mildly terrifying cake. It’s been a tiring, but happy sort of weekend.

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