There’s no interview today, and there’s nothing scheduled for next Friday either. These things come in fits and starts, and I’m glad to be taking a little rest for a while. The transcriptions alone take bloody hours; it usually takes me ten minutes of typing for every one minute of recording, and most interviews clock in at between 15 and 20 minutes each. And that’s just the raw transcript, before I start the editing process. Not complaining! Just saying!
Anyhow, the next published interview looks like being Gary Numan, in a fortnight’s time. (A surprisingly excellent interviewee, and I have high hopes.) In the meantime, I’ll be starting Year Six (SIX!) of the Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? Project next week, with the first instalment hopefully appearing on Monday evening. In which case, I’ll need all the free time I can get.
Yeesh, when did life get so busy all of a sudden? At work, the new bunch of clients are working me hard, with the additional burden of daily conference calls at 9:30 every morning. Nine chuffing thirty! Crack of bloody dawn! It is Hell.
Yesterday, I mailed my submission to You Are Not Alone (see next post down for details). It’s a re-working of something which appeared on the blog in 2006, and I have to say that the re-editing process was something of an eye-opener, in terms of how my writing style has tightened up in the last couple of years. Having become accustomed to the rigours of word-count-driven economy, I was startled to discover how darned waffly the original was. It’s much better now, I think.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking: you’d rather return to having daily blog posts from the old Waffly Mike, in preference to a couple of freelance copy-and-paste jobs per week from the new Professional Mike. Well, we have discussed this before. And I’d love to oblige you – but this isn’t 2003, and my priorities are re-aligned.
(And my life is, in every respect, much improved. I was talking about this with friends the other day, who reminded me of how unhappy I used to be with certain aspects of my lot. In this respect, we agreed that the China trip in late 2005 marked something of a turning point.)
Onto the meat and potatoes of today’s post, then. Amongst my non-blogging offline friends, who merely use the web for sensible things like shopping, banking and the gathering of practical information, very few have been converted to the Joy Of Blog over the years. Sure, they might follow Troubled Diva (in the vain but touching hope that one of these days, I’ll post another jolly heart-warming ramble about the cottage garden, or another racy confessional tale of nightclub debauchery), but that’s pretty much as far as they’ll venture into the blogosphere.
That said, I’ve had a number of people tell me that while they “don’t read blogs” in general, they have formed an attachment to the odd one or two. So, for instance, my sister doesn’t read blogs, but she does read Petite Anglaise. “Bob” in the village doesn’t read blogs, but he does read Girl With A One-Track Mind. A work colleague doesn’t read blogs, but she does read Non-Workingmonkey. And so on.
(Meanwhile, although K has yet to start following any other blogs at all, he always reads my Twitter home page, to find out what my pals are up to. He’s even got a little crush on one of them. Not saying who! Are you mad?)
This got me to wondering: have any of your offline friends latched onto a lone favourite blog? And if so, which one? Answer me, do.
We’re off to Aunty and Uncle’s in Kent over the weekend, regrettably missing Gordon’s London Blogmeet in the process. Have a lovely weekend yerselves. The next fortnight will be mainly devoted to Which Decade. Such excitement!
troubled diva 