Morning practices resumed, and back to work.
No disasters in the inbox, and no colleagues around for an update chat, so a quiet day of reviewing what’s been done while I was off, doing a small task requested of me, and spending some long-promised time on learning – this time Flash, which I knew how to use a few years ago but had completely forgotten. I had got a book on e-learning techniques using Flash but after the first chapter realised I needed to re-acquaint myself with the basics, and did some of the tutorials that come with it. It was as appealing as I remember it, but – and it’s a big but – makes demands on one’s graphic design skills, in which, in my case, I’m not terribly confident.
After this my concentration had dissipated somewhat and I found myself repeatedly reaching for the comfort blanket of checking email accounts and following web links; had to slap my own wrist a couple of times.
In the evening, Out of the Bedroom committee meeting. Impossible John gave Tommy MacKay and me a lift into town; how to describe Guitar Craft without making it sound like something between a Boy Scout camp and a religious cult? I don’t think I succeeded. Big changes on the way for OOTB, plus the 200th night.
Slight return of desire to perform in public, if only one song.
Free to download - Stories My Killer Told Me: Five surreal story-songs from my Edinburgh Fringe show.
- I Am Not The One For You
- The Ever Open Door
- New Eyes
- A Forest Trail in Autumn
- The Portobello Slam
Just let me send you an occasional email!