Hoo-fucking-ray. Finally finished Shouting and Pointing - and I mean really finished. As in, emailed it to where it needed to go. Two days ahead of schedule as well. Will keep you posted - I have high hopes. Being as I have some momentum behind me now with Inspector Kang and the characters are starting to breathe by themselves (instead of being propped up by things I'd stolen), I'm going to move Death May Be Your Santa Claus from the back-burner to the front and at least have a rough draft of it available by the end of the month.
On my travels today, I found that Panini are publishing Doctor Who graphic novels - presumably a compilation of whatever series they've been running in their very excellent magazine which I don't buy and should. Hmm, he thought to himself.
Meantime, on my virtual travels, I found this neat book cover for The Garbageman. On investigating a bit further, it also sounds like it might have some mileage. Will investigate and report back on that too.
I have a favour to ask - yep, that's right another one. Do any of you happen to own an Irish Wolfhound? If so, mail me... there's no cash in it for you but there might be a little bit of fame and kudos for your dog. Basically, I need photographs - about 12 of them in different "action modes". Sleeping, lying down, running.. normal dog stuff. I don't need him to be playing billiards with his friends...
I, Wendigo seems to be doing OK for herself as well. I'm still falling a bit short of what I wanted the readership to be towards the end, but it is only an experiment. I might do another during the summer. Talking of twitter, I've un-hitched my automatic redirection of blog posts to it as I've only just noticed all it does it deliver a crappy link. I assumed that it would at least deliver the first 140 characters. Anyway, I've started a new thing over there now. If you're twitterly minded you can find me at: twitter.com/zodiaclung. Sporadic would be a good description...
Last night, Charlotte and I made a pact. We have agreed to kick each other into shape in size 15 boots until we finish Too Hot For Dogs in time for BICS in October. Hell hath no fury and all that...
That's me done and back to work... I'm off to Waterstones to grab myself a copy of John Connolly's The Whisperers - and in case you missed the twitter feed today, on my travels, I found a whole ruck (like about 20 tapes) of Taggart on VHS for 40 pence each. Wouldn't you know it - every single one of them has even got Taggart appearing! None of your revamp trash for me...
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