Einer meiner Vorsätze bereits für das Jahr 2016 war es, dem Schreiben wieder mehr Raum in meinem Leben zu geben. Diesen Vorsatz konnte ich unverändert ins Jahr 2017 übernehmen, das ja nun auch schon bald wieder “Halbzeit” hat. Zeit für eine Bestandsaufnahme.
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Nach all den Jahren habe ich es jetzt ganz offiziell. Ich habe ein Papier auf dem steht, dass ich Autor bin. Oder so ähnlich…. Continue reading
I think I got my background story sorted. Not perfectly, not final, but I think I just finished the foundation.
I just spent an hour working on the first draft of the outline story for Secret Project #1. It is not perfect, it is not polished, in fact it has holes big enough for an elephant to jump through. But it’s a start. And it feels good.
I think I have not spent that much time working on a new story in… I have no idea how long.
There will be much more work. For this project the way how the story is told is going to be much more interesting and challenging than the what. The medium cannot only be the message but also the story.
However, without knowing what you want to tell, the how is pretty much irrelevant. It might not be terrible original, or complex, or artistic. But I know have rough idea what the story is going to be like and that has probably been the most critical thing for this project.
I’ll keep you posted.
The following stroy was originally written in June 2008, at a time during which I should have been doing much more important things than writing blogs. It proves the power of procrastination. If you want to get things done find something more important to do first.
It also shows the impact of timeliness on the relevance of a story. I wanted to tell some anecdotes about life in the UK from a foreigner’s perspective. Quickly, some stories formed in my head, notes were made, drafts were written. Of course, once the ‘Other More Important Project’ was successfully completed these stories never got finished and my blog slipped gradually into a hiatus.
Much has changed since then, most notably that I don’t even live in the UK anymore. Also, I have reached a point where I can think about getting back into blogging. So, why not start with something that is already half-formed to ease me back into it?
Thus, without further ado, please find below a little story about my first “real” encounter with British class culture.
My friend M. is a weirdness magnet. When some strange shit happens, it will happen to him. Fair enough, sometimes he is actively involved in bringing the weirdness about, like when he… no, that’s a story for another time.
Anyway, some years ago I had the pleasure of being involved in one of those episodes of weirdness, and apart from having a nice story to tell it also taught me a valuble lesson: How (not) to be a car thief. (You can skip to the relevant advice right at the end of this post if you want to. You will miss a true and funny story, though.) Continue reading