I generally find January to the be slowest, longest, coldest month of the year. Whilst technically no longer than most others it usually seems to persist for half a year before finally succumbing to February. However this year it seems to have trotted past in a twinkle of snow storms and sleeplessness and already the Oscar nominations have been announced to my usual utter indifference.

It’s all proof that I’m as busy as a monk in a plague. My brother and I are about to embark on the first draft of a new feature script, not merely a new draft but a new idea – the first time we’ve done this for over a year. This story, provisionally entitled “I’m Going To Kill You” is also the quickest that a thing has ever gone from an initial conversation between us to a serious effort to sit down and write it out in best. Could be that the draft will serve to show why we normally let things simmer but again it seems proof that for once we’ve started the year on a thaw rather than a freeze.

We’re also quietly developing something funny for a tv company as well as starting to put flesh on the bones of a film we want to make with a friend who’s a stand-up. Add into this the new recordings on my band’s myspace and an upcoming reading of a play I wrote and I can only see that it’s going to be March before the end of the week.

All of which is by way of a slight apology if I blog a bit less as this place tends to have the odd reverse life of being mainly written on when I have less to write about…