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The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 43

X minus 9 and the countdown is obviously running. Thanks to a lucky confabulation of holiday time and shift days off I have two working days left this year. This feels slightly strange but very nice. I’d become used to being last man in on Christmas Eve, switching the site to standby, wandering the rooms as the pervasive hum of machinery dwindles to silence. It was a clear indication of a state change, that Santa was on his way. I won’t miss it this year, though. Let someone else have the honour. I have mince pies and sherry to consume. Oh, and a spot of final shopping today for my sins. If you see a lanky discombobulated bloke wandering round Reading with a lost and slightly panicky look on his face—that’ll be me, looking for a clue for presents. Your sympathy is noted and welcome.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 42

X-Day prep is in full swing. The tree is up—TLC’s carefully curated collection of baubles and eclectic hangers give it pop and interest. We were delighted to finally snag a ‘Harold With An Arrow In His Eye’ from Reading Museum, which has pride of place alongside the yellow submarine, astronaut and beach hut. If someone can explain the significance of mushrooms to the X-Day celebrations I’d be grateful, because they seem to have been everywhere over the last couple of years. Yes, we have a fine example.

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The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 41

December? Holy crap, it’s December! I suppose this is what happens when you spend a month indulging in self-absorbed literary activity, head buried up one’s own fundament. So, yes, Nanowrimo is over. I did not hit my goal, but I am relaxed about it and am continuing to work. Should have a first draft finished before X-Day (nothing to do with The Incompetant Landlord who does not, contrary to whatever addled notion bumbles through his flabby brain meat, own copyright on a letter of the bloody alphabet) so yay, go me.

Meanwhile the weather has closed in like an icy vise around us and once again I wonder why we don’t just make like bears and hibernate until the spring equinox. It would certainly make a good excuse to get some writing done.

Anyway. Running a bit short again this week, but hopefully there’s enough here to keep you entertained through the weekend. Stay warm, keep safe, have a mulled cider. You know it makes sense.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 40

We’re coming up on the last week of Nanowrimo. Normally I’d be scrambling to hit wordcount, every day more of an effort. This year, I’m much more relaxed about the whole thing. I’m not even sure I’ll hit my self-imposed goal. What that means is I’ll probably continue writing into December, which is unusual for me. Rather than hitting the 50K and stopping, with the intention of taking a break into Christmas and picking up in the New Year, I’ll just gently carry on, letting the soft tide of the story carry me on. It seems like a more sensible, more sustainable way of completing a first draft, and one that won’t stress me the hell out.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 39

Hello from the just-past-mid point of Nanowrimo, where yer boi is having to manage his expectations. This year’s work has evolved from word-count to project based, to protect my fragile sense of control. The aim is to complete an old story, and I’m happy as long as I get a bit of time in front of the keyboard every day. The massively social week just gone was terrible for creativity, but enormously good for the soul. A big plus point—I’m actively enjoying the process this year. Onwards, with a smile on my face.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 38

Hello from Whitstable, where TLC and I have retreated for a long weekend and a bit of a reset. A day trip to Margate (the Essex kid in me still pronounces it ‘Margit’ like Chas And Dave) to convene with some art and that incredible light seems like a good idea. Also seafood. Lots and lots of seafood.

Of course, the short break lands bang in the middle of Nanowrimo, which means, I suspect, some early mornings to crank out the necessary wordage. Next week I seem to have organised social events over four out of the available five days. No, I do not believe in making life easy for myself. Hopefully the sea air will spark up some creativity because I’m going to need every last scrap.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 37

Nanowrimo is go! Authors across the globe watched Halloween slip past in a pumpkin-spice scented fog and readied themselves for the task ahead. Come November 1st, we planted ourselves in front of the keyboard, took a deep breath and howled out the traditional Nanowrimo refrain—‘why am I doing this to myself again?’

Why indeed? Well, as the old saw states, a writer writes. If you don’t have words on a page, you don’t have jack. It’s AICKO time (Arse In Chair, Keyboard Out). However painful and difficult the effort will prove to be, how tough it is to slot writing space into your packed schedule, the result is something you can work on, refine and most importantly show people. A story is one thing spoken out loud. Don’t get me wrong, there’s value in that. But it can transform once it becomes the written word. It gains an extra kind of power.

For me, Nanowrimo is a month filled with surprises. The story takes turns you didn’t see coming. The characters do things you didn’t expect or plan for. Like falling in love, or standing firm instead of running away, or dying at the most inconvenient time for the plot. I live for moments like that, when the story begins to tell itself and you’re just along for the ride.

Apologies in advance for the poor state of the newsletter over the next few weeks, as I plow away in the word-mines, but I’ll try to keep a presence here as usual. Worst case scenario, you might get an extract of the work in progress.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Nanowrimo Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Spooky Season Special

It’s the most wonderful week of the year! Tuesday marks the day when ghosts and ghouls and goblins and ghastlies come out to play. Not down our street so much, but then we do have an honest-to-goodness cemetery at one end. It may be a little too real for the tinies in bedsheets. Even more terrifying, November 1st marks the starting gun for 2023’s Nanowrimo! As ever I will be banging out the word count, although this year’s attempt aims to finish off a previous project than starting something fresh. I’d love to hear from you if you’re up for the challenge. This chapter of the newsletter is dedicated to the wild-eyed rebels who choose November to let their inner novelist out. I salute you, and welcome you as a friend and fellow traveller.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 36

Two weeks before Halloween, and it feels like there is a curse on the House Of Wickings. Two family members have been in hospital, one leaving yesterday with a brand new shoulder. Another is in Poland, his luggage at Heathrow. One more fell in a fishing lake. I’ve been slapped with a cut in hours as the SAG-ACTRA strike rolls on into the autumn. It’s annoying, but at least I get an extra day off a week in November—handy with Nanowrimo coming up.

You take the little victories where you can. Hope you’re all having a better time of it than me and mine.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.

The Swipe Volume 1 Chapter 35

I used to live on Twitter. It was a place to hang, chat with friends, grab the latest news. It was the main way I’d shout about new drops on Excuses And Half Truths, then The Cut, then The Swipe. I was no power user with millions of followers, but it always felt a little bit like home.

Now, not so much. Xwitter or whatever it’s called now (I notice almost no-one uses the new name The Belligerent Landlord has given it) is increasingly broken. The loss of third-party apps, the inability to autopost from WordPress, all the tweaks and wrinkles which, in the search for profit, have tanked the platform’s usability and friendliness. I barely look at it now. I’m not sure I’ll ever shut down my presence there completely, but I’m a ghostly presence, looming out of the darkness at unexpected moments. If the rumours are true and a pay-gate is coming, I’ll be out.

I’ll always be here, of course. You can also find me on Threads and Insta as @conojito, on the fediverse as @wickings. In an exciting new move from my pals at WordPress, this here blog is now available on federated services as (deep breath) @excusesandhalftruths.com@excusesandhalftruths.com. Hope to see you there.

Wherever you are, whenever you are, however you are, welcome to The Swipe.