…every little thing that we are wearing.

If the word “sharing” gives you Goosebumps and puts you in mind of Ed Norton, receiving sweaty bear-hugs from Meatloaf, my guess is you’re male. But, if you’re a regular YouTube content creator, sharing has to be the kind of thing that excites you, because it can’t have escaped your attention how hooked the company is on collaboration.

For me, the opportunity to share ideas with other people and possibly work with other YouTube creators to make bigger, better productions, or simply to help promote each other’s channels, is an idea that I absolutely love. In fact, I would go as far as to say it’s what I love the most about YouTube. I feel completely at home around other YouTube creators and have already spoken with one or two of them about the Sleepless Knight crew appearing in some of their videos at a later time, and vice-versa; If for no other reason than to let someone else give the orders for a change, while I  enjoy simply doing as I’m told for the day.

This is the kind of sharing I love. It’s the kind of sharing that the 21st century is best at; the kind we have buttons for.

One of the Sleepless Knight crew members recently shared this link with me. Click it before we go any further.


I was throwing some ideas around last week, with the particular SK crew member who shared this link. James is well known for his craziness and if we were to let him out of his box, to create whatever he
wanted, you can bet that “Very Melon” would look like a Party Political Broadcast in comparison. He is a genius, but most of his ideas are too crazy to exist inside our universe. However, shared between James, Richard, myself, and other members of the crew, James’s Ore of Insanity can usually be refined,
until we are left with a shiny nugget of pure genius that everyone contributed to. I have dozens of notebooks full of my own ideas, but working with ideas from other members of the group really gives me hope for the future of the channel, and I’m already excited about one such idea. It’s the first real
collaborative project so far at Sleepless Knight, and will give Richard and myself a chance to run a project from behind the camera for a change. The star of the show will be the man whose idea it was in the first place, and I’m really hoping we can start working on it sometime next year.

The channel news is that progress on the next video continues, although I’m not sure how I feel about these updates. On the one hand I need to let everyone know how work is progressing with the next video; on the other hand I’m afraid I might be building the video up to the level of a PIXAR production, when it is more likely to resemble a 1960s Hungarian road safety cartoon. Setbacks and a lack of experience are some of the things holding this video up. I am learning as I go, and this often leads to monitor-smashing mistakes. I had a major setback the other day, which basically meant going through all 12,629 faces of the model so far, to make sure every one of them was the right way round. Why? Because only when you come to load a finished Sketchup model into iClone, does it tell you:

“By the way; Sketchup back faces will not render properly in iClone”

GREAT! Thanks for telling me that! How do I tell which way round the faces are if I’ve already modified them?

“Er… you can’t!”

This pretty much undid a lot of the work I had already done, and I am now rebuilding a set which was almost complete. However… although this has been a major setback, it has allowed me to redesign the set in a such a way that progress is now much faster than before, and the end, I am very pleased to tell you, is at last in sight.

That said; I am rather beginning to suspect that my computer might be a manic depressive. There seem to be days when it can handle large text documents, upload videos to YouTube, operate 3D animation programs, and update facebook all at the same time. Days when if one of the children comes into my office with a skinned knee, you almost expect the computer to say “Step aside! I’ll handle this!”
The next day it’s: “Open email? Come on! What do you think I am… some kind of fucking sorcerer?”

There is news on the manuscript front which might turn out to be good, but I’m not going say more than that for the time being, in case it turns out to be nothing of the kind.

So, although today’s post may have been rather dull…

Actually that’s about it.

Today’s post was rather dull.


That rug really tied the room together.

Do you ever think about what the things in your life represent? Last week, I broke my favourite screwdriver and cried for 30 minutes. Now obviously there was a great deal more to it than the loss of an old and trusted screwdriver. I won’t go into details except to say that it happened at completely the wrong moment, and my 5 year old daughter walked into the bedroom to find a broken old tool, sitting on the carpet… weeping over a busted screwdriver.

When I think about what things mean to me, it usually comes down to time. People, Projects, Objects… whatever or whoever you become attached to, time, more often than not, has played some part in it.

I have spent 4 years on my novel. Ridiculous, considering it only took me 10 weeks to write the blasted thing in the first place. But, between editing, re-writing, sending away to literary consultants, getting it back, editing again, re-writing it again, querying literary agents… etc… etc… I have become so sick of reading about the characters and their story, there are days when I just feel like hitting the delete key. I was planning to film Stephen King’s “Misery” for Empire Magazine’s “Done in 60 seconds” competition next year, and it would give me great pleasure to use my own book for the manuscript burning scene. Time has soured me on a story and characters that I initially loved, but it’s also responsible for my reluctance to let them go without a fight.

Short stories are much easier to let go of, but they are also harder to write, or at least harder to write well. Most novelists find it hard to write really great short stories, but regular followers of my blog will know that my natural inclination toward brevity is roughly equivalent to a Great White Shark’s natural inclination toward rooftop cocktail parties, and despite having done it dozens and dozens of times, over a period of almost 30 years, when it comes to writing short stories I still suck harder than Ben Affleck, playing a vacuum cleaner salesman in a Uwe Boll movie about Black Holes.

I am no less attached to my video projects either; partly because I recently figured out what trying to create decent online video content all on my own really entails: An aspiring writer must first learn to write; a sculptor must first learn to sculpt; a painter to paint; an actor to act, etc. Well… it turns out that an aspiring online video maker (particularly one who is a fan of science fiction), must learn to do all these jobs and more. You must be a writer (scripts), a photographer (filming), a painter (storyboards, concept art, matte-paintings), a sculptor (props, models, latex make-up), an actor (duh!), an audio technician, a lighting technician, an animator, a director, a caterer, an engineer… the list goes on.

Investment of time, particularly in your characters, is a writer’s habit I find hard to break – your readers may never know that your character was bullied at school, or lost a pet tortoise to syphilis, but you must! Now that I’m creating 3D environments for my characters in the computer, I am putting in way more detail than is strictly necessary. This is schematic of the inside of The Observer.

Too much unecessary detail.

It is a small part of a control panel…

an unfinished wall, with more unecessary detail.

…on a wall you will barely be able to see…

Can you see it? There isn't a prize or anything.

…in what will probably be a poor quality animation, only 3 minutes long.

I then have to show the outside for about 3 seconds!

What's going on in that engine, you ask? I don't know. I'm making it up as I go.

If you're wondering why both the inside and the outside of this thing have lots of big, bright green squares... google chroma-keying. I'm not going to explain it.

So I have to detail and finish this ridiculous bulb-like vessel before the next video can go on the channel. Then, the following episode will take place in the medical bay, which so far looks like this…

Yes... I know I have a lot of work to do in here. Now help me search the premises; I seem to have misplaced Mark Hamill.

So there’s a long way to go, and this too has become a project I wish I’d never started. As I said to a friend the other day: My director bone is itching. Now… OK… perhaps that’s the kind of thing you
shouldn’t be saying to impressionable young ladies, but she’s tough, and all I meant was that I’m itching to start filming real people again, with a camera and everything. But, I have invested too much time in these little alien dudes to abandon them now.

As always, I have gone slightly off topic and a very long way round to make my point, which was… Oh yes… Time. A lot of the things we hold most dear are those that represent huge chunks of time (Yes… time does come in “chunks”. It also comes in boxes, bags, lots, loads, tons and, apparently, “Rabid Bits”), whether it’s a teddy you’ve had since you were a child, a car you’ve had since you first learned to drive, a house you’ve lived in for decades, or a project you’ve been working on for years. Of course, it is possible to take it too far, and when it comes to taking things too far… I’m a world leader! There’s a tin of soup in my cupboard that I won’t eat, simply because I’ve had it since my daughter first said “blrrrrffffffttt!!”. Now, there are probably several fairly legitimate reasons not to eat a tin of soup that you’ve kept in a cupboard for 5 years, but “because it’s moved house with me twice” is not one of them.

Sleep well.

At the Hop

As a career aspiration, fiction writing is right up there with getting paid to eat sweets and go “Weeee!” as you test the vomit resistance factor of amusement park rides. For this reason, I do not get along well with fiction writers who take themselves too seriously. Sure, the business, like any other, needs to be taken seriously, but you need to be able to look at yourself and chuckle. You’re hoping to tell stories for a living for goodness sake! When you factor in the statistical likelihood of actually finding a publisher that doesn’t laugh in your face, it starts to make sense that “norms” regard us as a weird breed of social shut-ins, whose appearance under any light source more powerful than a 40 watt incandescent bulb would cause them to violently combust; splitting their infinitives all over the place, and leaving only shredded, unfashionable clothes and the faintest odour of anti-dandruff shampoo.

Writing is something I will continue to do because I quite enjoy it, and I’m not too bad at it. Filmmaking on the other hand, is something I will continue to do because I enjoy it immensely, in spite of the fact that I’m very bad at it. Filmmaking rather than writing then, is my first love; and ironically, probably the only thing in the world I am even less likely to succeed at. Well… I’m beginning to suspect that the historic designation of “First lesbian on the moon” may be slipping through my fingers, but I can’t help feeling that my parents ought to accept a portion of the blame for that…

*STOP IT! I can feel you staring through the words on this page and saying to yourself “When is he ever going to get to the point?” Listen; if you’re looking for someone who gets quickly to the point, you have come to the wrong blog, and indeed the wrong person, as any number of people who know me
could have told you before you got here. Next time, do your research! My sister is a poet; a specialist in selecting only those words which really matter. Can you begin to imagine how much a conversation with me must drive her insane? She has dealt with it (though not often politely) for over 30 years. You can deal with it for the next few minutes.

So… although I love being around other filmmakers, I do not often enjoy the company of other writers (with one or two exceptions), but earlier this week, as some of you may have seen, I entered a
blog-hop fiction writing competition. Ever heard of one of those? No, neither had I, and for the person that answered “Yes, I have heard of one of those!”; Your mother should have told you that nobody likes a smart-arse. Mine did. Surprisingly often now that I think about it. Anyway, the blog-hop was an opportunity to connect with other bloggers who want to be published novelists, and I’m very pleased to say that I found a few people whose blogs I not only enjoyed, but would very much like to share with you.

First up: the wuc – An Australian woman with the personality of a miserable old man, and an incredible witty blogging style which, though sometimes difficult to make sense of, is always extremely funny. She has often experienced the same blank stares I get when referencing movies, and is a fan of Cusack, Downey Jr, Rudd, Bateman… Throw in her ego-crippling sarcasm and it’s a marriage made in heaven, at least until her high regard for Owen Wilson (who richly deserves all the punishment his nose has received) drove us into the arms of our divorce lawyers. Still it was good while it lasted. NEXT!!

The next one is Andrew Hubbard – I have absolutely no desire to marry Andrew, but his writing appeals to me because he is one of those authors who clearly does NOT take himself seriously; he blogs with a self-deprecating voice that is somehow vaguely familiar, and parenthesizes almost as often as I use… this… irritating… little… device…  So often does he do this in fact, that I find myself picturing a split Author/Editor personality. I can relate to this guy. Also he lives in Japan. Is that relevant? Who cares.

I must give a shout-out to Lissa Writes, because she is a talented blogger, without whom I would never have discovered the blog-hop comp in the first place. Besides… It’s about time I recommended someone who actually lives in the same country as I do.

Allie Brosh’s blog – Hyperbole and a Half – was recommended to me by another blogger, and is without doubt, the funniest blog I have ever read. In fact, Allie probably ranks as one of the funniest people I have ever encountered on the internet… or anywhere else. If you have never read this lady’s blog (although it’s almost a web-comic), go there as soon as you’ve finished here. If you do not find Allie’s blog funny, it’s unlikely that you and I would get along. GO THERE!

Lastly, because she introduced me to “Hyperbole and a Half”; because she was the first blogger I “met”, and because her English is better than that of most English people I know: My lovely little friend, The Swedish Flower Pot, who is somehow able to climb inside my brain. Poor girl. She is just like me (only prettier, more Swedish, more flowery, and probably a lot less potty) in many, many scary ways. Thankfully, her blog is NOT. For a start, her posts frequently make sense.

As for the picture this week… My friend, Thomas, often dreams of bobbing through Lincoln on a Spacehopper, dressed as Genghis Khan. Since Tom is well over 6 feet tall, with dreadlocks and a beard, I will save that treat for a future Sleepless Knight video, but since this weeks blog title reminded me of him, this picture goes out to Tom.

You're gonna dream about this tonight... I guarantee it!

*I can only apologise for the picture; I normally assemble my images in photoshop, from royalty free clipart. But, for some weird reason, nobody has ever drawn a picture of Genghis Khan riding a Spacehopper… nor could I find the necessary components with which to make one. In the end, I had to draw it myself…

Birthday Blowout First Page Contest with Victoria Marini

Hurry, hurry…

I fear I am already too late for this contest. On top of which, most of the entrants appear to be of the fairer sex, and I don’t even seem to be on the right continent, but to hell with it; if you don’t try, you can’t… something… I dunno… Give me a break, I only have 30 minutes left to enter this thing and I’ve already missed the critique portion of the contest.

The contest is being hosted by author Shelley Watters and will be judged by Victoria Marini of Gelfman Schneider Literary Agency. I was supposed to publicize this competition but I only found out about it, 50 minutes before the deadline so… go for it… I guess.

I follow Shelley on Twitter (now) and I urge any aspiring authors out there to do the same, since this is not the first time she has hosted one of these, and I doubt it will be the last.

Good luck to all, and I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to critique your work.

Title: Regarding Resurrection

Genre: YA (comic fantasy)

Word Count: 79,000

Walter climbed the last of the worn wooden steps and pleaded with the portly chap by the lever, one last time.

‘Nobody likes to be hanged, Mr Lewis. But it’s what we do here.’

This response was no help to Walter whatsoever, and he shuffled over to the trapdoor.

The Hessian bag being placed over his head was itchy, and stank of sweat and bad breath, which may well have been his own. The biting freshness of toothpaste and the slippery caress of soap had long been absent from his life. The only caress he could look forward to these days was that of “Gums” Jensen, who had recently taken to “snuggling” Walter in the mornings; caring little for his objections.

‘That comfortable, Mr. Lewis?’

The voice came from outside the sweaty bag, as the rope was placed over Walter’s head and the knot tightened behind his right ear. It was an absurd question under the circumstances, but answering in the negative would only buy him a few seconds and Walter just wanted the whole thing over with now. He nodded his head slowly.

It was very quiet in this room. Never like the sort of executions you might see in a film about some eighteenth-century folk hero; stepping bravely up to the gallows to the mournful cries of big-breasted women and admiring men.

Walter was no hero. And the only person in here with large breasts was the guy in the apron who pulled the lever.

Calling Occupants

Stealing my blog titles from Karen Carpenter? If only my father could see me now. It’s a cheesy song, I know. But, with a voice like that, does anyone really care that the rest of the lyrics are rubbish?

So, it’s been a disappointing couple of weeks for Sleepless Knight. I finally got the re-directed mail from my old address, and it contained only my brother’s birthday present (now only a month overdue) and the final rejection letter from the last round of manuscript submissions. So I began the process of submitting again, which immediately caused my printer to explode after 6 years of loyal service. On top of which, Richard (the other half of my YouTube channel) announced that a change in his circumstances would limit his availability to such an extent that we must indefinitely postpone many of the shows we had spent the first 6 months of the year promising to deliver.

And then… there was this:

I should begin by explaining that I am not really the writer in my family. That’s my sister. I am the storyteller in the family. That is how I manage to sleep at night (or not) knowing that I’m not fit to sharpen my sister’s pencils when it comes to being a wordsmith. It’s a little like being 5 years old again; watching your mum cook a delicious pie, while you smash play-doh into the table with a plastic rolling pin and imagine it’s the same thing. She is the real deal; Co-ordinator of National Poetry Day, and a poet in her own right. Her blog can be found here.

But all that is fine because, although I started blogging purely as a writing exercise, I find that I am thoroughly enjoying the experience just for itself. More importantly though, because a couple of years ago, I finally discovered a world I should have discovered when I was a teenager: Filmmaking… or Videography… YouTube-ing… Whatever you want to call it. I LOVE IT! It doesn’t matter that I’m not as successful as Toby Turner or Freddie Wong or iJustine. All that matters is they are MY people. It’s MY world; a feeling I never got from being around other writers. There is finally a world of like-minded folk out there, who have freed me from the shadow of my siblings. So, at the end of last week, when I discovered that my sister has a YouTube channel, which has gained more subscribers than my own, in roughly one third of the time, I put a gun into my mouth and pulled the trigger. The gun went click – because that’s what plastic, prop firearms are supposed to do – and I set about recording the latest YouTube video anyway.

All things considered, it has to be said that I started editing the video with the same enthusiasm usually reserved for removing someone else’s hair from a shower drain. But then, a couple of surprising things happened.

Firstly, I started work on a very short special effect for the end of the video, which reminded me why I started doing this in the first place; it’s fun, and the hours and hours of hard work, that often go into less than a second of screen time, really pay off when you eventually see the result.

Secondly, in the same way that fiction characters often take on a life of their own as you write, my videos seem to have become less video-logs and more a kind of series, which I had never intended but which I nonetheless enjoy. Since this one features my own on-screen death, I now have to take the videos in a new direction. The resulting conversation with other members of the Sleepless Knight crew, led to many new ideas, and the return of Richard – whose departure I realised wasn’t really necessary at all. It just required a little more work on my part, to keep him in the picture.

So what has any of this to do with the title of this post? The honest answer is: I’m not certain I can really explain that in a way that would make sense to you, so I’ll answer it with a short story before I wrap up this very long blog.

I live in a house with 6 other people, including 2 teenagers and my partner. I am often asked to help with homework, to help write essays and letters, to drive people around, and to help with my partner’s many hobbies; including things like fetching fish tanks from Norfolk and Glasgow, and erecting out-buildings in which she can pursue her many crafts. Most recently I have been building an extraction system for her lamp-work, and trying to help my step-son with his new motorbike. And yet, none of them watch my YouTube videos, and the only person in this house who has ever looked at a single piece of my writing, is my step-daughter. The resulting feeling can most easily be described as “trying to communicate with aliens”. I feel as though I am constantly broadcasting signals into space, with no idea if anyone out there is listening.

Then, last week, in the midst of my self-pity, I received a comment from a fellow blogger. Moreover, a woman whose blog I have admired since she started earlier this year. She is a talented writer, whose own marvellous blog can be found here. Her comment was wonderfully encouraging, and all I could think of for hours afterwards was: “There is life out there in the universe.”

So… here’s the message: If there is a blog, or a newspaper column, or a YouTube channel, or an artist, or a poet… cook… struggling actor… designer… or whatever, whose work you enjoy, let them know. Because you never know when your little voice might be that breath on dying embers; the tap on the shoulder, when they think no-one is listening, that says to them: “Continue”.

No photo this week, mainly because a photo of a noose might be a little depressing.

Be well. Next week: A return to light-hearted nonsense.

Burns night comes late

The first thing you should know about this week’s blog post, is that I am typing it with one hand, for reasons which will become painfully (or perhaps hysterically in your case, dear reader) clear in just a few moments.

Tonight, my teenage step-son had graciously agreed to help with the dinner (since the other option was helping with the decorating). He does work in a kitchen, but I still had doubts about his abilities. Well… Karma taught me a lesson about doubting good intentions tonight. Actually it was more my own extreme stupidity, of which there has been a catalogue of side-splitting, gut-wrenching, ambulance-calling examples over the last 37 years.

Smelling something burning, when I passed through the kitchen, I leant closer to investigate. It was clearly not the chicken, which Daniel was dutifully frying on the hob. So, I ran my hand over the rings that were not on (ha-ha), to see if something had been spilled.

After I leapt in the air, screaming in pain, Daniel calmly, and unflinchingly informed me to be careful, as that ring had been switched off  only a few moments ago.

What did I learn this time?

  1. Extreme stupidity should be confined to reality TV, and the world of online gaming.
  2.  You CAN rely on Daniel to make the occasional meal.
  3. You CANNOT rely on Daniel to warn you of imminent danger, or otherwise save you from aforementioned extreme stupidity.
  4. Fire – indeed – hot!
  5. OWWWW!!

Anyway, now that you’ve had a good laugh about that… time for some updates:

There are NO updates.

There will be a new video on the YouTube channel in a couple of weeks, but I am still awaiting the final rejection letter from round one of “manuscript misery”, before commencing round two.

I will be back soon to update you on rejections, videos, further injuries, and anything else that I may decide to smite you with.

Ta Ta.

Have YOU sprung?

It was the first day of spring today! No, not the one on the calendar. The real one. The one where the sun is shining all day long, the sky is the kind of blue you never see in the winter, the temperature is just warm enough that you can roll down the car window, and that smell – the one that first arrives in late October, and reminds you of bonfire night – has finally given way to fresh breezes and the weird things that farmers begin sprinkling on stuff at this time of year.

Birds are singing with confidence again, instead of those pathetic little peeps you get in the winter; the ones that say: “Has anyone got anything to eat?” and “Why do I continue to do this? Is it daytime? I can’t tell. The sky is low and dark, and it seems to be leaking little grey bullets.” Other animals are humping in the hedgerows, and sheep everywhere are looking nervous, and going: “Oh crap! It’s happening isn’t it? I can feel it coming! No… just a fart.”

No… I haven’t been smoking the dried up leeks out of the vegetable rack, I just love this day! It is my favourite day of the year, every year. It might happen on a different day for you. Perhaps you don’t even notice when it does, in which case I pity you.

Nothing can get me down on this day of the year. Even the incompetent nurse who took 10 minutes of my time, as well as several fluid ounces of my blood, today – while incredibly efficient nurse next to us took blood from 3 pensioners in the same space of time – cannot dampen my spirits.

It is because of this I can say, with a smile on my face, that the filming we did during Richard’s recent visit turned out to be a complete waste of time; nothing worked as it should have, the script was moronic (I know… I wrote it!), the Vlog was a disaster and the voiceovers were poorly planned and even more poorly recorded. However, I shall endeavour to make a silk purse from… about 400 feet of mini DV tape.

The leeks I did not smoke! ...and they were actually in the fridge. ...and I still haven't removed them.

No more manuscript news for the moment… actually… just let me check that.

Nope! It was an email from Bing! (as if by magic, the shopkeeper appeared)

That’s all for now, but keep checking Sleepless Knight’s other dimensions. You’ll notice there is now a facebook page, for our fans… Both of them.

Nothing to see here… or there.

Hello fans! (though after 37 years I think it would be easier if I just called you Mum?)

Since we last met, I have found; signed up to; and fallen out with, a webhost. I have (on the advice of my little brother) purchased the domain at least. It exists now, only as part of a neural interactive simulation, which we call The Matr… sorry, I went off on one there. Ahem… It exists only in domain-parking-page form for now. I’ll post the link in the menu, but there ‘ent nowt t’see.

No further replies from literary agents as yet. I’m taking this as a good sign, although all it really means is that, when the rejections come, they won’t say: “Unfortunately, we do not represent fantasy fiction”, they’ll say: “Sorry, we do not represent authors of such utter dross.”

Aww! Look at me; all grown up and optimistic.

I have finally purchased video-editing software, so I can get on with editing the Vlogs… right?

WRONG! Now it becomes apparent that my poky little computer can’t handle editing video footage. Well it can… sort of. There just seems to be a bit of a communication problem. The unfortunate consequence of which is that when I ask it to do something really complicated like, say, splitting a piece of 10 second video IN HALF! It misunderstands, and thinks I’ve just asked it to take all the water in the Pacific Ocean, and put in on the moon, using only a bent teaspoon and a Wilko bath sponge.

On the lighter side of the news: I might have to move house again. That would make it 24 addresses for me.

A rolling stone gathers no moss, but then who wants moss on their stones anyway? Sure, it looks nice in a miniature waterfall, at the side of a garden pond, but underfoot it’s goddamn dangerous!

Ideas above my station? Maybe.

So, I’m finally here. I’m three days late, but I’m happy to tell you that procrastination (at least on this occasion) was not the culprit… Lack of focus was.

Having posted queries to several literary agents on Monday morning; for round one of “Dear Mr Moors, your manuscript sucks.” I thought it would be a good idea to set up a blog, find a web host, build a website, record, edit and upload a Vlog, Learn to animate, and become fluent in CGI… all by the end of the day.

When I realised that “World dominion by Tuesday morning” was probably an unrealistic target, I decided to break the process into smaller steps, beginning with recording the Vlog and uploading it. So, on Monday afternoon I recorded the first video for YouTube in 2 years. It promised all sorts of wonderful things (which was precisely the point, of course) within the next 12-24 months, and I was ready to upload it when I made the mistake of watching it… Oh dear.

What I needed was some sort of magical instruction; a rule book of what needed to be said; some sort of… what’s the word? SCRIPT!

On Tuesday morning I began again, and it worked well! Time to upload it. Oh, wait, it needs editing. No problem. I’ll just… Oh… Windows LIVE moviemaker is shit! Whatever happened to good old movie-maker? Never mind, I’ll simply download a free trial of Adobe Premiere and deal with the whole “finding a more permanent solution” business, sometime before the 60 day trial runs out… Right? WRONG! Adobe no longer allow you to export edited video with trial software.

Anyway… after another day of this I decided to set up the blog first (not least because I then realised I had mentioned it in the Vlog, so it would be nice if it were actually there, when people clicked the link). Time to start configuring WordPress… POWER CUT… 3 Hours.

When it comes to taking over the universe, you really can’t phone it in.

So, since I failed to begin this blog after mailing the queries, I figured I would begin it when the first rejection arrived. That happened this morning…

And, here we are. The first rejection was from Peters, Fraser and Dunlop.