MØ3: WHAT I WHEEZE WHEN I TALK ABOUT RUNNING

 

MORNING ØUTPUT #3

We're a month away from my first 10k race. It's getting to me. Turning my stomach like bad milk. But I know I'm getting better. I went for a 4k run last night and felt pretty great all the way through. 

I flew past this guy who was obviously out for one of his first introductory half-run/half-walk jaunts. He reminded me of myself a year ago. Running a single mile and feeling like my insides were about to explode. It's nice to know that I've improved and built up a tolerance for cardio.

I just hope that by the time the 10k comes around, I would've done enough. 

I have to say, I've developed a mad respect for anyone who's willing to put on those trainers and head out the door. More so for people just starting because that's when it's hardest.

WORKING - Short Stories

READING - The Waste Lands

LISTENING - The Bronx

WATCHING - The Strain

 

 

BOOK NOTES: Ignore Everybody by Hugh MacLeod

 

I've read this book about 6 times through. It's lovely, funny, refreshing, honest, and I've never made it all the way through without having at least two of those I have to stop and think about what I just read moments.

A full 5-stars from me.

If you write books, draw art, sing songs, grow businesses, whatever, then this book is for you. It's a solid reminder that what you do is precious and you should think twice about selling your soul.

SOME HIGHLIGHTS

 

MØ2: What makes a home?

 

MORNING ØUTPUT #2

So home is a weird one for me. I've always felt displaced. Like I'm only ever visiting. Like staying in one place would be settling and the most incredible experiences are forever just over the horizon.

I think it's got something to do with moving as a kid during my formative years. Writer-man, Robert Kelsey told me that this is probably where my feelings of outsiderness come from.

But London was different. It's a city full of unexplored horizons. I don't think it's possible to see the entire city because there are things hidden beneath the very bricks. You could live there for twenty years and still feel like you're missing out.

So for a while I thought London was my home and when we left I felt all sorts of sick. I pined for the city like some unrequited teenage love. 

But I knew it was the right decision. Money, room, space, something. Moving to Manchester was the smart decision.

But I pined, for sure, and when we decided to take a day-trip back down to London Town yesterday I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

Picture courtesy of HackneyPost.co.uk

Picture courtesy of HackneyPost.co.uk

So we went, we walked familiar streets, visited favourite café's, and even picked up some of the most amazing fried dumplings from Jen Café in Chinatown, and we even went and looked over one of those unexplored horizons and checked out The Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities. Definitely one of the stranger experiences of my life. I think I might've lost some of my soul in that museum. Check the pictures up top.

But the most curious thing that I got from the day-trip?

As we left those ancient city streets and made the long trek back to the north and I saw the sun rising over the Peak District and the extended middle finger of Beetham's Tower, I felt something quite peculiar indeed.

I felt like I was coming home.

Maybe Manchester is the place I'm supposed to be. Maybe it's the place I can settle. Or maybe it's not that at all. Maybe my definition is changing. Maybe I'm seeing myself and my life on different terms. With everything so accessible by train and bus and Skype.

Maybe it's just that a city is too small a scope for what I can call home. England is my home now. England. En-gur-land. En-gur-laand.

 

MØ1: A SAFE SPACE

 

MORNING ØUTPUT #1

I'm not terribly sure what the hell I'll use this blog for. Maybe post some writing advice. Maybe talk about new books, podcasts, films I'm working on. Maybe talk about exploration and dogs and cats.

Or even my looming wedding because yes... it looms

But whatever it will be. It's going to be a little corner for me. It's not going to be a place for SEO listicles. I won't spill my ink for that. Not here anyway. 

So if you're reading this. Know that you're one of few. You're summat special.

WORKING - Lazarus

READING - Horns by Joe Hill

LISTENING - Music from Neptune Flux by Chris Zabriskie

 

Co-Write much? Here's how we do it.

We were doing this Q&A video the other day for the H&C Youtube channel and we got this question.

How do you go about co-authoring?

And it got me to thinking about the best way to describe what it is I do with Dan (for novels) and Ben (for comics). 

Let's picture a football pitch (hey, I'm English) and let's start with ... a plan.

There's a whole team of opposition players with stupid names like Johnny Self-doubt, Roberto Critical-voice, Gary Fatigue, and even a guy called Ronaldinho. 

These idiots are trying to stop us from putting our book through their net (mix metaphors much?).

So we start with the plan.

PLAN: Here's how we're going to get to that net. This roughly translates to something like 'we're going to write a zombie drag queen book and we'd like to include these sort of scenes and this type of character.' 

That's the plan. 

Now one of us will then take the ball and dribble it up as far as we can go, trying to keep the ball out of the hands of the opposition until we're at a point where we're trapped and can't feel we can go on or that we've done our job and it's time to pass the ball. This normally means we've either finished the plotting, finished a draft, etc.

Now it's the other players turn to take the ball as far as they can go, keeping in mind that we're running towards the same goal (zombie drag queen book).

And then by the time they get surrounded by fatigue and self-doubt, they'll pass the ball again.

Then it's really just a case of passing and punting the ball up the field until we're at a point where we're both ready to tap that thing over the line.

I mean I'm over-simplifying it but that's about as much as I can say on it.

The key points are to make sure you both have a clear goal of what you want to end with and to be willing to pass the ball and have confidence in the other player's skills.