More ill

And so I read the blog, and see that I wrote that I had a non-ill day after weeks of illness. And now I write to say that I have just recovered from quite worst flu I've had for years. I even had to not go to work for two days. Before you scoff, let me say this: when I don't go to work I DON'T GET PAID. Yes, I can put all kinds of things down as expenses like camera gear and computers and cool software, but I don't get no sick pay, no pension, no nothing.

A quick catch up then. I went to the Strobist day and it was very good. I have since taken delivery of umbrellas, light stands, clamps, another flash (or 'strobe' as us strobists call them), and about a grand's worth of new lens (oh yes). I still need to work out a ton of logistics for the exhibition, and it does worry me a bit. I've yet to cast every character. But I guess I'll leave it to the last minute and knock it allout in a few weeks. Usually works with novels, I find.

Oh yeah, novel. That's right. Unsurprisingly, I haven't got that much written lately. But I did just embark on a climactic scene which takes place at a concert in San Francisco in 1968. I've been listening to Can albums all the way through, to keep in the right frame of mind for an revolutionary impro-rock outfit experience. I am conflating much 1960s reality at the moment. It seems the right way to deal with 1960s reality.

Christmas in a week. Never have got the hang of it.