Saturday, August 11, 2012
I've just returned from a week's camping with my family in the Lake District - Great Langdale, a truly beautiful part of the world. While I was there I didn't do any writing, and the only reading I did was a couple of copies of Runner's World magazine I'd stashed in my rucksack.
We went for long walks in the glorious landscape, I went for some runs in the hills, and we drank local ales and ate some fine local produce.
Since coming back, a lot of things I'd been feeling for quite some time have crystalised. In short, I'm taking a step back from social networking - the mindless Sturm und Drang of Twitter and Facebook has started to bore me. I'm sick of seeing people with limited talent networking their arses off and squabbling like vermin in their efforts to be noticed. The absurd sense of entitlement and self-unawareness I see online is breathtaking at times. It saddens me.
So I've decided to refocus my energies on the things that matter to me: the real things, like the craft of writing, my family and friends, reading, running, and real-life relationships. I'll still be around on Facebook, just nowhere near as much, and of course I'll maintain this blog.
Meanwhile, work progresses steadily on the new novel, I've sold a few new stories, and I'm excited about the forthcoming release of To Usher, the Dead.
Just a quick mention about the Olympics. Despite a lot of political and organisational shit during the build-up, the event itself has been glorious. It's inspirational to see so many athletes who've sacrificed so much performing on such an important stage. Team GB has done brilliantly. I've been watching as much of the televisied events as I can, and personally found the gold medal wins of Mo Farah and Jessica Ennis particularly inspiring. Today I ran a PB - my best time over 3 miles since returning from calf and knee injuries. It isn't much; just a trifle, really. But it meant something to me. It meant a lot, actually...