Well, I’ve been sliced and diced by the good artisans of the NHS, and I appear to have survived the experience. It’s been a long couple of weeks, and painful, but I’m almost mended. Another week or so, and I’m back at work and then normal life reasserts itself. Damn.
In writing terms, it’s been a quiet few weeks. I kind of assumed I’d been able to sit around, throat a bit painful, and write reams of new stuff, but actually it’s not worked out that way: between the pain, the drugs and the general tiredness, I’ve managed very little. I have a story to finish today for submission tomorrow, so I need to crack on… Not had any news about the various submissions I’ve already sent out, so I wait for them with bated breath…after all, I can’t get enough of those rejection emails!!
In other really rather exciting news, my hardback copies of Lost Places arrived! It’s a beautiful book, and seeing Jason’s full dust jacket cover (with the whole of Wendy’s photograph of Morecambe as well as all of Jason’s mutated section!) is a real joy. Morecambe has never looked so … weird! Take the sut jacket off (carefully, mind), and my name is on the spine is metallic letters. Heaven! THis is what being an author is all about… I’ve been busy sending copies out to the people I promised them to (Messrs Duffy, McMahon, Probert and Showers, take a bow), as well as a couple of review copies (one to Black Static, so I hope that the review will appear in either issue 18 or 19). I do have a couple of extra copies, so if anyone wants to purchase a signed (personalised if you want me to) hardback for the bargain price of £25 (plus postage – I think it’s about £2.50 in the UK, more to overseas), contact me direct and we’ll sort something out. Don’t wait too long, though, as I haven’t many left!
So, anyway, I best go and write. Scale Hall needs cursing with a demon fisherman, I think! Back to your lives, Lords and Ladies.