Got to admit to feeling atextual at the moment...There're a couple of things that are slowly getting to the sitting-down-and-typing stage, but...
I do have the time-constraints of having 3 lives to lead: sequentially learning every part of the building trade in order to bring about some form of order in a terminally unfinished and plasterdust-strewn house, plying an honest trade as a programmer, and, as a proposed exit from the same into a mildly interesting way of making a living, trying to become a photographer. I've never been good at that bullshitting confidence that many people, particularly london-centric upper-middle-class types have, that lets them perform these incorporeal transformations at will: "I'm an artist". Despite the fact that sensitivity and caution reap no wordly rewards, I've toiled away in seclusion for a good few years before my first exhibition, which is upcoming, and which if I sell anything may finally allow me to say without cringing "I'm a photographer". Along with actually getting work ready for the exhibition (which is only in a tiny, local gallery), it's doing posters, publicity, and a new website (watch this space) that's been taking up the time. Blogging, as my fourth and most recently commenced life, has as a consequence had to take a back seat.
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