Call Me Thread Head...

Not so much now.

I've pretty much binned off Twitter. Other than posting this blog every Monday, and checking my DMs now and then, it's like an old house in which I used to live. I had good times there but the new owners have let it fall to rack and ruin. Also, fascists have moved in. Threads is now my place of business. And when I say business, I mean catching up on news, reading journalistic comment about news, and - where appropriate - seeing funny takes on news. (FYI, I like news.) 

Of course, this is all fine and dandy at the moment, but it'll become frustrating AF when I start the hard sell on Book 4. Twitter was the place I had the most followers. Sure, many of them were Porn Bots and sock accounts, but still. Just because an account that follows you, is automated to post explicit nudes on its timeline, doesn't mean they're uninterested in a sweet tale of adolescence and family life in the Lake District. Readers come in all shapes and sizes, but yeah. It's time to focus elsewhere. You can find me on Threads as bondiela as well as on Insta as bondiela. Or just search bondiela. Go on, you know you want to.

Writing News

There's been a breakthrough! Realising that this manuscript is coming up to it's 2nd birthday (I started it in January 2022) I've set some deadlines. I now have a calendar on my desktop that outlines every single writing session from now until March. Obviously I've blanked out Christmas, and a few other away days, but it still leaves a decent amount of time. So far, it's working WONDERS. Since creating it on Monday, I've got loads done. I've finished the latest batch of edits, now have a formatted word document, and have a plan that takes me right up to publication day. (At least it's the publication day I've pencilled in. Whether it turns out to be, depends on a million factors beyond my control.) Watch this space!

You said it, Pacey.

Culture
The end of my epic rewatch of Dawson's Creek is nigh. I started the final series last week and shit's going to get real. I'm bracing myself for the rollercoaster I know is coming. Then on Wednesday, a friend alerted me to a show called Galivant. It's a madly bonkers take on knights, kings, and lady loves, done via the medium of musical theatre. If you can find it, get involved. Finally I've got a new book downloaded and ready to go. Janice Hallett's latest one - Alperton Angels - is on my Kindle and awaiting a break in my skej to crack on. Maybe next week. 

Food and Drink

Insta's effort
(from boldbeanco)

My timeline's been influencing again. I spotted a recipe that was suggested on one of my neverending Insta-scrolls. It looked ace, so I attempted to recreate it. What d'ya think? Did I manage it? It's tomatoes, harrisa, olive oil, and chickpeas, cooked down together in a hot pan. I added salt, pepper, and garlic, like the renegade I am, but it was pretty simple. It's easy to stumble into Recipe Insta without much effort. You stop one time to read an interesting take on aubergine and next thing you know, you're spammed with every conceivable chickpea recipe. Still, this is where we are now. I'm rolling with it. 

My version

Out and About 
It was the 1st Liverpool Women's home match of the season. Yep, the Super League is back, baby! I'm well up for the return of cobweb-blowing Sunday afternoons at Tranmere. On the day, I wake up feeling like I can't be arsed. But I force myself despite misgivings, and then love being part of the crowd. Next week's match is the derby at Anfield. Bring it on!

No matter what the weather's doing outside, I've begun Christmas film season. Glynis Johns officially opened proceedings last week. On what was her 100th birthday (Thursday) I watched While You Were Sleeping and buzzed off her role as Elsie. You can fight it, but you won't win. We're entering the season! You might as well go with the flow.

Have a lovely week, folks.