My short story “Echoes” is now available in print in the new edition of the Radvocate.
You can grab your copy on Amazon: The Radvocate 15
It’s time I got serious about writing. To that end, I’ve set myself a goal to write a thousand words a day, every day throughout April. This is one of the key pieces of advice I got from Stephen King in his very approachable, part-biography and part-writing masterclass, On Writing.
An autobiography of the programming languages that I have learned, their place in my life and the surrounding technological context.
Sometime back in 2015, I decided that I would push myself to pursue full-time university study whilst continuing on a fairly demanding career. Like any good engineer, taking on a new, uncertain project: I prototyped. I enrolled on to various free online courses and decided I would be part of that rare 3% or so that actually finished one. It was useful to find out what it would take to stay motivated; how to get organised. When full-time studies started, I was prepared to deal with the troughs of enthusiasm, the inevitable crunches in available time and the overloading of commitments. Of course, “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.”
I’ve never been more prepared and confused before the start of a game. I came with a bag packed with press releases and standard contracts ready to do business. As the PR officer for LexCorp, I figured my role was to interact with the press and deal with PR issues with a side-order of salesmanship. Last minute, I’d prepared some handouts for other players outlining our core offerings: infrastructure upgrades, our Space Intereptors and our troop upgrades. The corporations side of the game was new and it was clear we’d have to do a lot of educating of our potential customers.
It was easy in the relaxed environment of a spa weekend get away to decide that I would begin a new phase of higher education. The excitement of exploring philosophy and classics, a passion I had from my teenage years onwards, didn’t take much effort to build. I was soon on the Open University (OU) website looking at modules and plotting a degree programme. Filling in the necessary forms to enrol and even ordering the books I would first read was wish fulfilment consumerism. All available with a few clicks. Then there would be the waiting until the course started in October. Could I maintain my enthusiasm that long? Would my feverish dreams fall by the wayside? I couldn’t help but recall, out of context, the parable of the Sower.
Have you ever looked at an old photo of yourself and tried to remember what you were like then?