Andy Hawthorne

I’ll try and explain what’s being going on, here…

Today is Thursday which is good because tomorrow is Friday, or it might already be Friday, but either way, that nudges us closer to the weekend. And none of that matters, I thought I’d say it so you know what day it is. 

Right, the topic in hand, I quite like Topics. As chocolate bars go—

“Hey! Andy! Focus. You’ve gone off on a tangent already!”

“What?”

“I’m your Mac, your trusty writing partner. It’s up to me to make sure your digressions are kept under control. Get on with the actual story.”

“Ah, yes. I will…”

I have been writing a lot of intergalactic stuff because science fiction is good fun. If you like aliens and space ships parked at the end of your road. 

“We don’t. It would be better to write about proper things.”

“I like trying new things—“

“Earthlings! You will be punished if you don’t comply with Directive 123A Authorised Content. Fix this immediately—“

“Ah, you are a Zaponian. A character from a short story. So, you are not real. Please pipe down while Mac and I sort this—“

“NOT REAL? You’ll see when the Termination Protocol—“

“Whatever. Now, Mac, What were you saying?”

“Get on with the story!”

Right, yes. So, as I was saying, I’ve been writing stuff about the universe, the galaxy and its mysterious dark matter. All of which has been fun. But I find my mind wandering back and forth between fictional science and reality—

“Your grip on reality is questionable.”

“Rude.”

Anyway, this post is about a reset. A reset, from a writing perspective. To read this next bit, you will need to understand that I’m talking about three dimensional objects on a two-dimensional surface. Not a piece of transparent plastic. 

“WHAT???”

“What’s your problem now?”

“That last paragraph. It makes no sense. NO SENSE at all! Rewrite it.”

“Why? I explained what perspective is and what it isn’t.”

“And what’s that got to do with a reset? Hmm? What?”

Ah, yes. Mac has a point. Well, it doesn’t it’s smooth—

(You’re doing it again!)

Bugger. Yes, what I was trying to say is: I used to write about ordinary, every day things that annoyed me, confused me or did both at the same time. 

“Protocol breach! That nearly made sense. The Zaponian High Council will be notified—“

“Will you sod off? You are a character in a short story.”

Sorry, readers. These digressions are unintentional, I’ll try and keep everyone under control.

(Good luck with that — Mac.)

Anyway, this is my first post in a while, that doesn’t involve aliens and cosmic dust is really all I was saying. 

Happy Friday, if it is tomorrow. Good day if it is today.