And we're back from five days at our remote location. Home to domestic bliss -- or the amount of bliss you can get when moving day is approaching and your teenage daughter is in charge. (At the end of the month I will be changing headquarters, from my charming slanted unheated house on a hill to a slightly less quaint but more practical dwelling in town.) Thea has been moving some things in my absence. And by things I mean the contents of her bedroom and the bathroom, and the couch and TV. Things that matter to her. She picked me up at the train station, drove me home and disappeared with the car, leaving me towel-less, pillow-less, and unable to sit down in the living room. Fortunately I had lots of unpacking and laundry to do.
And putting things in boxes. Don't forget that. An important part of moving. I am a winnower (there's a speech impediment joke here, but my ex-wife is in good health and I am too politically correct to stoop) which means that my book collection gets fined down every time I move. I tend to hang onto unread classics, and chuck detective stories. (There's a copy of Romola that I will take to my grave, I think.) I'll put off buying the new Peter Robinson until I've moved in.
I think that's all for now. Next time: either the difference between tidy and clean, or clown porn.
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- Richard Scrimger
- is the award-winning author of nineteen books for children and adults. His latest are Zomboy, a creepy and funny novel about difference, Viminy Crowe’s Comic Book, a portal-type novel with lots of confusion and graphics , and The Wolf And Me, one of the "7" series sequels, in which a developmentally challenged hero gets kidnapped by terrorists and tries to skate home. When he is not writing or talking about writing, Richard teaches at Humber College and gets laughed at by his children. He has four of them -- well, really, they have him. He lives in Toronto.
7 comments:
I'm not sure whether to be amused or disturbed by the fact I actually understand the 'clown porn' reference.
Hey, it's Sarah (with an 'h') from the writing workshop. I was just sort of checking out your website and stumbled upon your blog.
Um... yeah. Not much else to say. Uh, the writing workshop rocked? Thank you for all your help? That's about it.
And I'm not sure whethere to be impressed or upset by your knowledge. Hey, Sarah, nice to hear from you. Yeah, the workshop was fun, wasn't it.
The workshop was great! But it seems to be a tricky thing to get published. You need a mixture of establishing shots, triangles, surprises and secrets. Do these things exist on the back of cereal boxes? I'm going to check that out.
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Hello, Marilyn.
Good to know that I'm not the only one who checked out the blog.
Yeah, it was fun. I wish I could come back next year, but I'm not sure that's going to happen. The aunt I was staying with in Toronto is moving to Portland. I guess I could stay in the dorm, but it might be slightly awkward to have a fifteen-year-old walking around.
Then again, the people at the workshop don't really have morals, eh? Letting a minor get drunk. Really. You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Hi Sarah,
Have you been working on your establishing shots? And I don't mean shots of rum.
Yes, we are very bad to assist you in drunkeness.
I've been trying to. Whether I've suceeded or not, I'm not sure.
As for my slow descent into alcholism, I wouldn't worry about it. My parents are practically teetotallers, so I couldn't steal anything from their liquor cabinet if I tried. (Not that I have. I swear.)
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