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The Day I Should Be More Like Kimmy Schimdt

on Jan 13, 2016

Feeling blah today. People – just by existing – are irritating me. I want to be alone and hide even though, if I’m honest, I’m mostly alone and hiding in work anyways. I’m an idiot. Last couple of days have been productive, both in and out of work. I watched the entire season of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schimdt and loved every second of it. I started sorting through that aforementioned Money Stuff bag and have shredded three-quarters of it (some of the letters/correspondence goes back to 2001. WTF) now. I have a writing deadline next Monday (am contributing to the next Game On! book – yay!), so have started thinking about writing for that (heh). I wrote up a user guide I need to write for a web development client (long story). It’s mostly been the perfect balance of busy without being overloaded, and I guess that’s as good as working things...

The Day I Talked to You About YNAB

on Jan 12, 2016

I want to talk to you about debt. Before you sniff in a derisory way and presume this is a sponsored post, I assure you – it’s not. But given I’m (probably) older than you, and have (probably) dealt with more debt that you, and – for the first time in my thirty-coughcough years – finally feel in control of my cash, I’ve been thinking for some time about talking to you about how I eventually put things right. And though I am not remotely an expert and can only talk to you from my own perspective… it’s my perspective, you know? And if this helps just one person, I’ll be happy. Like: Super Mario happy. This is likely to be pretty long, as I think it’s important to give some context as to how we got to where we were before I managed to pull ourselves out of it again. Some of it isn’t embarrassing, but some of it really...

The Day With the Baby-Steps

on May 31, 2015

This week’s been intensely busy, but fun, too. I wrote my first long-form piece for IGN. I had an email from my Games Ed late Friday asking if I could cover a call with FIFA that same afternoon. I said yes. I thought it was a presentation or somesuch, but by the time I was on the call I realised that I was covering a bloody interview. It was only brief – just 15 minutes – but it was with the head of the FIFA franchise, which amazed and delighted me in equal measures. I managed to get through it with a handful of insight questions (shaped on the fly, of course) and some good quotes. Had a freelancer colleague check over the copy...

The Day With Springboard, Seizures and Skids

on May 25, 2015

I hate that blogging is the first thing to hit the skids when I’m busy. Loads of stuff has happened since I was last here. It’s ridiculous. I’ve kept a journal since I was S’s age because I love looking back and remembering thoughts and feelings from long-gone memories, but the older I get, the harder it is to make time for this kind of activity, and that makes me sad. The dog’s been unwell. Like: properly unwell. About six months ago I thought I’d notice him having strange, trembling episodes that lasted 30-60 seconds. He looked okay when they were happening — lucid, and not particularly distressed by them. We took him to the vet sometime before Christmas, and she said just to keep an eye on it. Any kind of intervention would require a MRI etc. and a general anaesthetic, so if they weren’t bothering him too much (and they really...

The Day I Was Still Here

on Apr 1, 2015

There was a writer here. She’s gone now. Or: she was. Temporarily. I’m back now, though. Did you miss me?

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