As an excuse to get out of the house a bit, and away from the distractions of needy dogs, Redbull TV and over-elaborate lunches, I frequently write at an area known as Community 101. Provided by the helpful people at BNZ bank, the space has been set up for people who need somewhere to work that isn’t the office, or the library, or the garage, or anywhere else that may be considered a place of grind. For the princely sum of $0, you are provided with a desk (c/w comfy seat), power sockets, Wi-Fi, printing services and smashing tea and coffee making facilities. It also allows as a means for networking with other people in the same solitary position. I guess it’s a bit like a well-funded orphanage for easily distracted, lonely professionals. Plus, if nothing else, it’s a useful alternative to sitting on the sofa, with the laptop resting on my lap, wondering what impact the battery radiation will have on my long term fertility.
In recent weeks I’ve been working on another writing outlet, that of attempting to self-publish an e-book. There’s just a small matter of actually writing a book to publish, which is where the Community 101 comes in. I think the final word count of the e-book is technically pushing it into Novella territory, as opposed to a short story or dabble, but I’m trying to steer clear of that term during conversation (obviously referring to it on a post that goes up on the internet is totally fine). Similar to my earlier concerns about pretentiousness when it comes to writing, saying I’m penning a novella is definitely beret wearing, espresso drinking territory. And I can’t afford a type writer.
Anyway, the reason I bring this all up is because there was a slight disconnect on Friday morning when I was using the area. The smiling, working people around me, networking away, and Justine Timberlake’s ‘Got That Feeling in my Body’ playing on the speakers, was in slight contrast to the horror scene I was attempting to put together, involving a psychopath repeatedly beating a dead teenagers face with a rock – the scene makes more sense in context. The point being that I had to replace Justin’s fun time tune by listening to a band called Decapitated to balance things out a bit – the song ‘Kill this Cult‘ rocks if anyone is interested. Worked a treat if anyone finds themselves in a similar situation. You’re welcome.