ANYWAY. It has been a long ol' while since I last entried on this thing. I (I say I, someone else is doing most of the technological heavy lifting for I am an artiste) am in the process of being having had a whole website building FOR MYSELF.
ANYWAY. So I will most likely not be posting here much if at all any more, once my own website is ready to go. There'll be a blog there what I will be using. I might post a link to the new site on this blog, for the benefit of the probably not many people who still check this thing daily, desperate to know my profane and not-very-well-constructed thoughts on Jeremy Clarkson's latest antics, or some film or other. But the point is that I shall be going away from here. And that got me to thinking... should I delete the blog? Should I at the very least archive it? Looking back, it's amazing how even two-year-old thoughts can make you shudder a bit. You think "ooh, I could definitely have phrased that better", or "wow, so much Richard Dawkins cheerleading, bit embarrassing considering what an oaf he's turned out to be", or "ah so that's the exact moment when I discovered Charlie Brooker and decided his style was both cool (yes) and easy to replicate without looking like a knob (no)", or "blimey, intolerant much" or "ooh, why all the F-bombs there, unnecessary" or "ooh, fuck, that's fucking awful, what a fucking load of fucking tripe" and so on. It's the nature of creating stuff, you'll always reach a point where you kind of want to disown what you've written previously. Or at least how you've written it. Although I do stand by what I said about Piers Morgan.
It's also the nature of the Internet that if you start using it before you're mature enough to self-edit properly (although this blog does advertise itself as "unedited brain vomit", which is actually a lie because I would often edit stuff, IT'S ALL LIES EVERY LAST BIT OF IT), you're going to leave an embarrassing trail of shit. Although considering the mammoth quantities of shit floating around in the cybervirtual digi-space we call The World Wide Web, you'd have to be pretty shit to stand out. So this whole thing is probably redundant. LIKE EVERYTHING, YEAH?
ANYWAY. The point is, I have decided to leave all the other stuff intact. 'Cos it's part of my writing history. It's part of my process. And if I get somewhere as a writer, to the point that people want to read things I've had to say - yeah fuck you it could happen - it's not necessarily a bad thing that they dust the dust from this dusty blog, like spacesuit-clad explorers dusting the dust from some dusty relic half-submerged in the Martian sand, dotted with mysterious glyphs that they ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT READ 'COS THEY'LL BURN THEIR FACES OFF. But I reserve the right to utterly contradict anything I have written in the past, and possibly say that I was hacked and someone else wrote it.
ANYWAY now that's out of the way, a brief news update, and then I shall be gone from here. I GOT A BOOK DEAL! Yes. A three-book deal with Salt Publishing for my novel Bitter Sixteen and its two sequels. It's so exciting that I'm not going to write any more about it, because it'll just be boring and gush-y. It'll make a Gwyneth Paltrow Oscar speech look like a Dorothy Parker bon mot. Suffice it to say that if you are interested, you can contact my agent Ben Illis through his website, which also has information about me on the Clients page. GO HERE FOR THAT.
ALSO I have started writing irregularly for the most righteous Den Of Geek, on such diverse subjects as Joss Whedon's Dollhouse, the 1995 Power Rangers movie and the badassness of 24's Jack Bauer. More where them's comes from to come.
ALSO the irregular poetry and music night that I co-run, Shenanigans, returns to Bristol on Tuesday the 17th of June, featuring the fantastic Vanessa Kisuule, the hilarious Tim Vosper, the wizardly Al Cummins and my very own self (expect anti-love poems and a multiple-choice audience participation adventure through time and space), as well as music from The Wahoos and The Sons of Sheila. Also compere-ing by Gerald, (literally) everyone's favourite old man trapped in a young man's body. It's at The Crofters Rights. GO HERE FOR THE EVENT PAGE.
ALSO I have been collaborating with my friend, a most excellent artist called Sam Galloway. He does pics and I do writings. Our Tumblr is HERE and our Facebook page is HERE.
ALSO I am a fully Twitter-fied person now. Find me @stefmowords
ALSO I have FACEBOOK and SOUNDCLOUD and YOUTUBE and really I think that's about all that's needed. Thanks! Be seeing you.