But I did. I had to stop blogging until I'd got through a nasty job. It's done. I'm back. But
Last time that I worked in the film industry it was the year of the zombie films. Well apparently the
The trouble with this is that one of them doesn't have a compelling enough reason to walk into Afghanistan.
I like writing because it's a solitary task. I'm the complete dictator of an entire world when I sit in front of my keyboard. I decide who lives and who dies, who get's laid and who joins the priesthood.
I want to like my Sony e-reader.
Lots of people got Kindles and Nooks and e-readers over Christmas this year. These lucky people also apparently decided it was too snowy to go out shopping between Christmas and New Year's, because instead they stayed home and purchased record numbers of e-books.
Vinyl records are coming back! CD sales are falling! I've read the articles and heard the stories, but sorry, vinyl
I've turned into one of those bloggers. You know the kind: they start up, blog excitedly every day for a few weeks, then slip to twice a week, once a week, and stop all together. I guess they thought a massive following would be instantaneous, or was deserved.
If I'm lucky enough to live my full lifespan, it could be that twenty years from now I will preside over the last meeting of the Crime Writers of Canada.





