Worrier: Level 100

One of my Dad’s favourite jokes was about the pessimist and the optimist arguing about whether it could get any worse. The pessimist said “It can’t. It can’t get any worse.” “Oh, it can,” the optimist said. “It could always get worse.” Continue reading Worrier: Level 100

Who Needs a Smartphone Anyway

I don’t have any truck with Black Fridays. Never have, never will. Last week a friend mentioned it and I thought why can’t we stick to Halloween? Why do we have to import Black Friday, too? with the haunting pictures of crowds at the doors of American stores and the news reports of some of them getting trampled in the stampede. And then, on my way back from dropping Cat at school, I saw a bus with a whole-body ad for Nokia phones. Continue reading Who Needs a Smartphone Anyway

The Writing Rules from Hell

It’s August and I’m in the northern hemisphere, so I suppose it’s only natural I’d be thinking about Hell. I mean, we had a bit of rain yesterday and it cooled the embers we’re roasting on somewhat but still, it’s August, which to me is the same as Hell. So here are a few writing tips from Hell. Hopefully, they’ll send cold shivers down my spine as I write them. Continue reading The Writing Rules from Hell

Country Life: The Writing Experiment

I had my summer vacation this week. In the past, I used to make elaborate writing plans for my vacations that invariably fell through, so this year I decided to change the approach but not the goal, which was to get a bit more writing done. Continue reading Country Life: The Writing Experiment

Speaking in Status Updates

My trusted old laptop died its last death today and we decided to not resuscitate. There comes a time when you just have to stop pouring money in an ageing device that you need to be reliable but is getting the opposite of that as time goes by (It’s 10+ years old. I know how this sounds. Apologies for shocking you.). Continue reading Speaking in Status Updates

Country Life: The Beginning

When I was a child, there was a tradition among city-dwellers to have a cottage in the country, a place to go when the pressures of urban life became too strong. My family had a little place like that, too, with a shack instead of a house because my parents couldn’t afford to build a house, and what at the time looked to me like a huge garden. Continue reading Country Life: The Beginning

The Three-Day Trial

“I’ll try to take a three-day break from Twitter,” I wrote on Twitter on Friday morning around 7 am. I meant it. I had a horrible day on social media on Thursday that made me question the point of human civilisation if that’s what we end up as — spiteful, tunnel-visioned internet trolls. Anyway, since I can’t waste time on social media, I’ll blogging about it. Cunning, right? So. Continue reading The Three-Day Trial