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I ran up the hill again today, without my tiny pacemaker. It was a little bit easier, though still not as easy as it should be. The downhill and flat bits felt good though. Maybe I should be building up to the hill. I will be back at Park Run before you know it. But not tomorrow though. So a bit after you know it.
My holiday has (at least in the short term) injected me with renewed vigour for my job. I made a to do list today (item one, "make a to do list - tick"- also I added a couple of things to the to do list once I'd done them so I could tick them off).
The main one was to have another crack at Right Bollock's autobiography, which is one of the kickstarter rewards. I had promised that this would be at least 5000 words long and had managed to do about 1000 words over the last three or four months. Incredibly today I (I mean he) wrote about 4000 words and finished the thing and it's a first draft that I don't think is very far off from being the final draft.
It was surprisingly inspiring to put myself in the mind of my testicle and try and see stuff from his (admittedly) twisted point of view. Maybe if we can do another 75000 words we can win the Booker Prize. Has it ever been won by a cancerous bollock? Probably.
Aside from the millions of words I've written in my blog over the last couple of years (but this doesn't count as work) I haven't really written anything. And it wasn't like I was glued to my chair today - I probably worked on this for two or three hours max. This made me hopeful that I might get back into writing this autumn and also annoyed that I could have written over 30 full length books in the last two years if I'd kept up this work rate.
I know people think my work rate is high, but I waste so much time. I have pivoted towards work that I can mainly make up as I go along, but the thing is, writing is just work you make up as you go along too. And I am actually quite good at writing quickly, mainly because I've forced myself to do it every day for the last (almost) 23 years doing this crap.
I suppose I've been waiting for someone to pay me to write stuff, but I need to flick a switch in my brain and just write what I want to write, without worrying about anything happening to it beyond that. 4000 words of crap is better than zero words of nothing.
If you backed the kickstarter at the appropriate level you will of course get your copy of the book in due course. Thanks so much for the support.
But there are some gigs with tickets left. I am doing two shows at the Leicester Square Theatre in November. No guests booked yet, but it's only four guests (er.. I mean two. We only do one show a week) and I aiming to get all-star bills. So I think it's worth taking a punt. Also the first 75 tickets for each show are only £17.50 each (then the next 125 a bit more and the last 200 a bit more), so
BOOK EARLY.
I'd love to keep doing the London gigs, though it's been harder to get an audience post-Covid. If I keep selling tickets I can keep doing it. Maybe doing fewer gigs will help!
Gigs also coming up in 2026 in Leicester and Chelmsford (not yet on sale).
All details here.
And a surreal
RHLSTP Book Club for me as I talked to sexy Aussie nerd Angas Tiernan from Minute Cryptic who I have seen many times in the room he is in, but for the first time ever, he talked back to me.
