Thursday, October 26, 2023
I try to keep talk of my day job to a minimum for several reasons. Firstly, it's not work that I feel particularly passionate about. To my eyes, it is a mundane drain on both my time and my energy - resources I want to spend on my creative output. But I have rent to pay, food to put on the table, two cats and a tortoise to raise and several rather expensive hobbies and interests I like to indulge in. And so I am chained to my office desk, on most weekdays at any rate.
Of course, one of the joys of my secondary creative outlet, photography, is that it teaches the eye and the mind to search out interest even in the most dire of situations and locations. And securing a window desk in one of my hometown's tallest office blocks, with its unparalleled views over the distant urban countryside, I at least have the pleasure of some cracking sunrises and, at this time of year, the eerie morning mists that shift slowly through the distant valleys.
Trying to make the best out of bad situations, I hope to get at least two books out of my time spent working for 'The Man'. The first could be a series of photographs I grab while at the office. The second is a horror novel that I hope anyone reading these mad scribblings will understand I can't go into any real detail about yet. All I say at this point, and to close this particular blog post, is the above photograph set in motion a rather cool finale to the novel-in-waiting. Watch this space for further info, but don't expect a publication any time before 2025...
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