Some Babbling

Well there's quite a few things I need to put up on the blogosphere. Firstly, the review of the new Prince of Persia game, which should be up soon (like, later today unless I manage to distract myself) as the game isn't long enough to actually warrant a long review. Secondly, I've seen Inception. I want to write a review about it, but I think I actually need to see it again before I can. If that sounds like a shameless excuse, it probably is.

Thirdly, I went to Comic-Con last weekend, and that's worth writing about, if only to geek out massively. It was the London Comic-Con by the way, not the big massive proper one in San Diego that is happening RIGHT NOW WITHOUT ME.

Fourthly is a big old thing I was going to write about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It all started back on Towel day, watching the film version to commemorate the late Douglas Adam's birthday. The film is not actually as bad as I remember it and spurred on an attempt to sample all the versions of Hitchhiker's that I hadn't had a go at... This meant ordering the radio series, which is a very good idea and you should all go and do it. Now.
So yes, maybe I need to do something on that, maybe something that will involve me having to ask quite a few people their opinions - one thing that I quickly realised is that there are a lot of Hitchhiker's fans, many whom I'd met at university and not actually realised were Hitchhiker's fans. Ho-hum.

Fifthly (Oh that's a horrible word. You should never let yourself get to Fifthly) , various little stories. One I was writing specifically for the blog and that has ground to a halt right at the bloody end. Nice little sci-fi story that was chugging along at a lovely speed, then suddenly seemed to hit a brick wall. I'll go back to it in a bit. It happens. Other than that, I found a huge amount of old work, a lot of stuff that I thought had been sent to technology hell, including the first story I ever wrote. At the time I'd been damn proud of it, looking back now I see the huge muddle of mistakes and problems. It's both sad and nice, sad in that I wrote like that once, nice in that at least I've improved a bit. One of these stories seemed actually salvageable, so I jazzed it up and sent it to my lovely editor Jenny, henceforth known as the grammar God.

Editing is weird - for one it make's you feel like a complete fool in lots of little intervals, mainly because I'm rubbish at editing my own work and let buttloads of mistakes slip through. There will probably be one in this blog, which Jenny will probably notice and give me an internet slapping for. But really, I don't mind it anymore. It's nice to have another perspective on writing, especially one that's coming from the outside. If you're reading this Jen, cheers for pulling me out of my little worlds and reminding me that I at least have to obey the rule of this one.

Lastly was a little story I was writing up for the blog, the difference being this one's real. The problem here is how much I actually put in, because frankly writing about other people, even if I'm involved, is dodgy business on the internet. It's a fun little anecdote, nothing bad, but you can't be too careful. Maybe I'll have to go and change it a bit, edit the names and so on. That reminds me, I've already mentioned Jenny in this post, maybe she would take issue at that - in which case I'd just have to only mention her as THE EDITOR, which frankly sounds far more dramatic, so bugger that. Of course, me having to change parts of my real stories brings into question whether you can trust anything I actually put up here, my answer to which is this: I'm a writer of fiction. It's my job to lie to you consistently and effectively. It's probably best not to look too deeply into it.