Moorcock and Metal?

[Theocrat]

Hi Mike!

Well i'm on my weekend off and having a great time with friends & co.
I just wanted to ask you about a certain event that 'Lemmy' seems to refer to in a book during your busy hours during writing. That you posted a sign outside your door that spelled certain words like, for example
"dont ring the bell you bastards! I'm busy writing books"

Is this true?.. I wouldn't blame you for it.. ;)

I've had my share of intrusive events i can tell you... But i don't know if it falls within the same scope. Alas where they very annoying at times or?

Have a nice weekend!
/Jonas

[Michael Moorcock]

The sign simply said Go Away or some stronger variant thereoff. Sometimes it said I Am Working Please Go Away. I'm not sure it ever went up to Fuck Off You Bastards, but I had been known to shoot over the heads of unwanted visitors... Usually they were out of serious range by the time I'd opened the door and they'd seen my face.

[WhiteWolf359]

The Ace of Spades

I once posted a similar sign on my dorm room door in college. I believe it said: "Author at work. Do not feed. Enter at your own risk."

Once, during an "event" at Dangerous Visions, where Harlan Ellison was writing up ideas that fans (yours truly included) had suggested, he hung a sign next to his chair that said: "Please keep the mindless blather to a minimum." Alas, people seemed to disregard it blatantly.

It seems that people who don't write simply don't understand the amount of concentration it takes to turn out quality fiction, rather than, say, the myriad of "romance novels" or spy thrillers one finds at the airport bookshop.

Back on topic, Motorhead still rules! Whenever I'm down, all I have to do is play "Ace of Spades" and I get an instant recharge.

[Michael Moorcock]

Speaking of that, I was interested to discover that Simenon's writing in public was a complete myth dreamed up in the early days of Maigret's conception.

[Zax]

I seem to recall 'Please do not knock unless you are expected or making normal service calls', which is actually quite restrained.

What calibre is good for warning shots?! Reckon anything below .303 wouldn't be scary enough. I can imagine the talk in the pubs thereabouts:

- 'See 'im?'
- 'What, the bloke with the really wide centre parting?'
- 'Yeah. He paid an unexpected call on that writer up the road.'
- 'And...?'
- 'Ever noticed how people look shorter from a distance?'

[Miqque]

Two words: alligator pit.

[Michael Moorcock]

A cowboy friend said that if anyone comes through into our yard without being invited I am now permitted to shoot them. Trouble is, I'm not sure what I do with the corpses afterwards...

[Zax]

Come now, MM - 'death is no obstacle', remember? Anyone you shot would simply be reincarnated a year or two later (possibly with a different skin colour, of course).

[Michael Moorcock]

No, no! Anyone who shot ME would find me coming back... After all I REALLY killed Mrs Cornelius and others, didn't I. Not everyone survives. Although I'm revisiting Mrs C as we speak, for Modem Times. She's not revived, though. Jerry's gone back to the 60s.

[Miqque]

No, no! Anyone who shot ME would find me coming back... After all I REALLY killed Mrs Cornelius and others, didn't I. Not everyone survives. Although I'm revisiting Mrs C as we speak, for Modem Times. She's not revived, though. Jerry's gone back to the 60s.

Did anyone truly escape the Sixties?

We have a similar legislation, it's called the "Make My Day Law". My advice: Better be sure.

.45 with wadcutters for home defense. Siding isn't all that expensive, and the wadcutters won't go much further. (Farther? Damned American education!)

Or my preference, an aluminum baseball bat. (STEEEEE-rike!)

You just keep on writin' about the JC's, Mike. (I have something I'm whipping up for very limited circulation, a bit of homage. Luckily, the Corneliuses will probably not be involved. Or will they?)

[Michael Moorcock]

Brits of my generation will remember Klikibar (I think it was called) -- the Pathan hero's cricket bat, which was all he needed.