We far too readily adopt the mien of an orphan bootblack knocking at the service entrance, cap in hand to apologise for taking up anyone’s time before asking if possibly someone might need their shoes shined. Hell, I did it just last week.
This is ridiculous.
A short article on why talking about what you do doesn't have to mean you're a pistolfingers douchebag.
As a by-product of researching the book I’m coming across the etymology for a lot of common words and turns of phrase. I’d heard that a lot of popular/gangsta language is actually medieval English, and I am coming across a lot of it ("dog", "bitch" and "banging" to name three.) But there’s also a few interesting things about stuff we take for granted. So there's a second post on the surprising origin of some words, as well as a small update on where I've been and what I've been doing. Short story: burning out. Long story: a series for children, looking after friends and getting around my agent wanting to see film treatments with a view to shopping them around Hollywood.
Head to www.cameron-rogers.com for the articles.
Hi. How've you been? *thud*