It's getting harder and harder to blog about what I'm supposed to be blogging about here. Despite all projects going well - especially Too Hot For Dogs which is gaining some good momentum especially since Charlotte brought out the big guns to finish illustrating issue two - Zodiac Lung has become a convenient dumping ground to empty my head to make room for plot threads and impossible but solvable scenarios.

Is that such a bad thing? Maybe things will change once I reach a larger critical mass. I take solace (but only a quantum) in the fact that if it's good enough for Neil Gaiman to let his head wander around then it's surely good enough for me.

So I'll chew that over while trying to finish off something called The Angels of Harp's Field... you never know when something might be needed. Yeah - I know I should be finishing up Too Hot. That's exactly what I was doing when this idea passed by that wouldn't work in 2H and I have to nail it.

Talking of finishing things up, I'm due to hear back from the first batch of short stories I mailed out. Jeez - people are slow!

Currently listening to: Laura wipe the floor with the competition on X Factor
Currently watching: Far too many things for my own good but Sanctuary is shaping up just fine.
Currently reading: Just about to finish up A Good and Happy Child which seriously kicks, switched to the audiobook of Koontz's Frankenstein II so I could do it in the car. Next? Past history dictates that I must track down a copy of The Graveyard Book. Law.