It doesn't take a whole lot to make me happy. I'm a man of simple pleasures and today, this photograph turned up of Cities of the Dead being read in a restaurant in Los Angeles - Frida in Beverly Hills I believe. I know it's technically not being read right at this moment, but that's because it had to be put it down to take the shot.

It's good to be happy about such things. I should be kind to myself more often and enjoy these little victories - it's probably as good as it gets! If I was feeling foolish, I might go out and buy a world map, put it up on the wall and stick pins into all the places it had shipped out to...

...and then, I wrote a short story called Death Rides A White Horse, went to the gym just in case Death really does ride a white horse and made a black cauldron of soup with enough vegetables and 'additional ingredients' to slay a whole army of diseases - even those that don't yet exist.

Not decided what to do with that story yet but a story written is a story written and that's never a bad thing.

And now, back to work...