I feel like I say this every month but October has COMPLETELY disappeared from under my nose. A six day week, 8pm finishes and home renovation put a dent in my written output for the week, and before I realised it we’re more than halfway through the month. No time like the present, then- I had a film-based post planned for last week but just about scrabbled together a weekly progress one so hey, I’ll double up next week. Maybe.
Getting back to business, my first resurrected foray into film writing definitely gave me some pause for thought. Reading it back, I don’t love what I wrote, but that’s expected. I’m out of shape. My analytical skills aren’t honed by hours of box set binges and symbolic code-breaking. There’s no better way to get back in the habit than practice though, right? Well, practice and scouring other film blogs for inspiration. My chosen focus this week was already a no-brainer. It was practically a gift.
At the end of this week Ally and I are making a rare jaunt through to the capital to see the one and only John Carpenter in concert. Carpenter has either written or co-written the score to every film he’s made, and has decided it’s time to tour them. He’s also released two albums of non-film scores and we have them on vinyl, so I have both a fairly good idea and no idea what to expect.
It has a present to Ally but also, umm, to me
Since crashing into my third trimester, I’ve actually started to feel… well, pregnant. It sounds stupid, I know- like I haven’t known I am the whole time. I just feel like there’s been a marked change in how I look and feel. The last couple of weeks have seen some particularly significant growth. When I look down, my feet have all but disappeared. In the last two weeks alone my bump seems to have grown significantly. Even Ally commented that it looked like it had grown in the last week- and he’s the last person who’d think to make a comment on my size (for his own wellbeing and, well, because he’s not a tool).
He has a point though.
As I mentioned last time, I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis and I’m still not sure if the catalyst was a blogging crisis or a personal one. Blog topics are an easier one to change up though, so I thought I’d start with that and see where it took me. My prior blogging incarnations were film-based and, encouraged by joining in Twitter chats run by A Film Club, it seemed like a natural progression for me. It’s definitely one topic I feel comfortable writing about: not a new direction but a challenging one. The only problem was where to start!
Now that we’re officially into October, I’ve started feeling festive. The last few days have seen a definite turn in the air. If you go a walk at the right time (and provided it’s dry) there’s a definite glow you just don’t get any other time of year. With the nights fair drawin’ in (as yer granny might say), what better time to draw the curtains, coorie in and get into the Hallowe’en spirit with some horror?
If only it could be more like a Pusheen autumn. I can dig scarves and conkers and sepia.
We’re now a week into autumn and the season feels like it’s still struggling to fit into itself. It’s that awkward transitional stage where the last of the sun makes surprise appearances (mostly while driving), it can be surprisingly warm but just when you think you’re in the clear, you get caught in the rain three times in one day.
Much like the Scottish autumnal weather, I’ve been having a personality crisis.
As of last week, I am officially in my third trimester. That means the final hurdle. In less than three months, we will have a real live little baby boy child to take care of FOREVER. Do you know how long three months is? IT’S NOTHING. NOTHING. Impending babydom is approaching fast and me/us time is definitely numbered. Subconsciously I think I’ve been trying to cram in as much as I can, and unfortunately my poor blog’s taken the hit. View Post