I’m currently watching a paranormal drama starring Michael Parkinson and Craig Charles masquerading as a live TV show from the 90s.
Yeah, Ghostwatch is kind of weird, and it’s hard to view it in the same context as its audience in 1992 did when it was first broadcast. I imagine it was designed to have a similar effect to Orson Welles’s 1930s radio performance of The War of the Worlds which did the faking-reality thing with such success that people genuinely started fretting about the reality of an alien invasion, though Ghostwatch tends to suffer somewhat from being presented in a visually and aurally, as being able to see the performances ups the chances that you’ll witness something that doesn’t exactly ring true.
Anyway, enough of that. I’m supposed to be reviewing it for Blogomatic 3000 so I better not give the game away on here. Actually, I started yammering about that because there’s not exactly a lot for me to talk about today. Or rather, there’s quite a lot that I can’t talk about.
The second draft of Scars is still doing the rounds with various readers, so that’s still in the drawer, and the other writing projects I’m currently working on are still in the earliest of stages, though their number increases seemingly by the day, so it’s highly likely that’s where they’ll all stay.
However, I am supposed to have a big ol’ Skype chat with Seb (my Austrian collaborator) about the furthest-along of these projects tomorrow, so I might have some waffle about overseas partnerships or somesuch come then.
Until then, I leave you with the unsettling notion that Parkinson’s toupée is likely the only thing in Ghostwatch that’s genuinely haunted.