I suspect my current lack of 9-5 bullshit (and regular pay check) is partially down to an unwillingness to step back into the office again and partially down to the fact that I didn’t go to a private school in Mosman.
Whatever the reason, it’s giving me so much valuable time to write.
Later this year (although not too much later if I keep going like this) I plan on releasing a compilation of short stories. I like to think of it as the album to the singles I have already released.
There will be around twenty or so tales in the thing, anything from 300 – 10,000 words long. I’m about halfway through putting it all together. I cover all the classics – spiders, creepy kids, self immolation, autoerotic asphyxiation. It’ll be a tasteful literary masterpiece. They’ll no doubt discuss it in creative writing classes all over the world.
There is a title, of course, but I won’t spoil you too much with details today. I’ll simply leave it there and get back to actual writing rather than blogging.