What a Good Day
Good Afternoon!
Today is a fine day.
This morning I completed my first live Radio broadcast with my housemate :) It was so much fun. We have a weekly radio show at our University, Abi and Becky's Musical Ramblings (shameless plug) which we began today with our first live broadcast and we think people actually listened to us! If anyone reading this did listen, then first of all, thank you so much, and secondly I really hope you liked it! We are now on a mission to get the Radio Station out there, because it would seem many of the students of our University don't even know we have a radio station. We should be promoting it and playing it on campus because it's a great resource that the Uni should utilise.
Anyway, enough about the radio. I have also been reading, of course.
James Frey's A million little pieces is my current read and is certainly an interesting novel. Advertised as a memoir about Frey's life, there has been much controversy surrounding the nature of truth in the book. Many claim that Frey's claims at experience are false. But this relates, again, to a previous post I made about the need for truth in fiction. Perhaps the memoir isn't fully truthful, but why should we be so wrapped up in the details of whether a novel is fully truthful or not? The stories we tell as human's aren't all based on fact. Every single book written will have been influenced by something else which has already been written. What's that quote, every books is a tissue of quotations? I wholeheartedly agree with this. Whenever I am working on a piece, the books that I am reading, shows I watch always influence how my writing changes throughout the process.
I am fascinated with the ways in which our brains makes connections between what we see and hear and read and we process and use this for other purposes.
Well, there you go. My house is now very loud and I need to try and concentrate and write some work.
Ciao for now, I'll try and drown the noise in my house out with some lovely Don Broco...
Today is a fine day.
This morning I completed my first live Radio broadcast with my housemate :) It was so much fun. We have a weekly radio show at our University, Abi and Becky's Musical Ramblings (shameless plug) which we began today with our first live broadcast and we think people actually listened to us! If anyone reading this did listen, then first of all, thank you so much, and secondly I really hope you liked it! We are now on a mission to get the Radio Station out there, because it would seem many of the students of our University don't even know we have a radio station. We should be promoting it and playing it on campus because it's a great resource that the Uni should utilise.
Anyway, enough about the radio. I have also been reading, of course.
James Frey's A million little pieces is my current read and is certainly an interesting novel. Advertised as a memoir about Frey's life, there has been much controversy surrounding the nature of truth in the book. Many claim that Frey's claims at experience are false. But this relates, again, to a previous post I made about the need for truth in fiction. Perhaps the memoir isn't fully truthful, but why should we be so wrapped up in the details of whether a novel is fully truthful or not? The stories we tell as human's aren't all based on fact. Every single book written will have been influenced by something else which has already been written. What's that quote, every books is a tissue of quotations? I wholeheartedly agree with this. Whenever I am working on a piece, the books that I am reading, shows I watch always influence how my writing changes throughout the process.
I am fascinated with the ways in which our brains makes connections between what we see and hear and read and we process and use this for other purposes.
Well, there you go. My house is now very loud and I need to try and concentrate and write some work.
Ciao for now, I'll try and drown the noise in my house out with some lovely Don Broco...
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