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Sep 30, 2005

Years ago, I told myself that I'd spend my time at university writing movies. In hindsight, this seems foolish, because it was foolish, and so was I. I haven't written any movies, since "Punks" anyway, nor have I given it any serious thought. But now a movie has shown up on my doorstep and I don't know what to do with it.

It's very poorly timed. I've been having a little run of songs which have come very easily. All I have to do these days is sit down with a guitar, move my fingers and open my mouth and a song comes tumbling out. I don't want to give up on this luck with songs, but still I keep finding myself jotting down plot outlines and character descriptions without even thinking about them.

So far I've at least managed to lose the sheet of paper I was using to take note of all my scene ideas. But I spent about half of yesterday looking for the damn thing, which is exactly the wrong attitude. I may be forced to write the script, a fate I dread. The task will steal all of my free hours from music and sleep, and when it is finished, what will I do? Likely bury the thing under a mess of other discarded ideas!

It's a damned waste.


Nick ::: 1:38 AM ::: 0 comments

Sep 27, 2005

No one is replying to my bits and pieces of verse, and I find this inordinately troubling. Obviously no one would have anything to say to some silly lyrical fragment, even one accompanied by a funny or disturbing image trawled out of cyberspace. Really, I'm just copying this nonsense from scraps of paper I find in my pockets at the end of the day. It's a great way to keep the updates coming even though I can't be erudite on cue like some peo-ple. But still, every time I come to this page I feel the distress of isolation in a very fiery place.

Like this poor woman.

TUPPERWARE. THE TRAGEDY OF OUR (GRANDPARENTS') TIMES.
"It's all crap. It's shite -- a disaster."

I pity you all on the day I become an arbiter of taste. That day is far away, but not as far as you might think. Fortunately I am still capable of rational thought, even if I choose not to put any here. It's just that I'm so damn tired all the time.
Nick ::: 10:33 AM ::: 0 comments

Sep 26, 2005

it's a long way home
to a life i've never known
paved with songs i've yet to sing
to you

and it's a long way yet
to a time when i can forget
all the work they put me through
for you

and it's a long way home
it's a long way home
yes it's a long way home
to you


Nick ::: 10:29 PM ::: 0 comments

Did I stay up all night making a blog template based on a Stanley Donwood print? Yes indeedy.

And the bastards said it couldn't be done.
Nick ::: 4:46 AM ::: 1 comments