I’m hiding out at friend’s house with my Mac screen propped up on some D&D rule books because the hinge is loose and my flat is a no go zone. Sorry for detonating your imaginings of the glamourous life of a writer.
Changes. Lots of changes lately. My flat mate is in the process of packing up his entire life. And because he’s a bookworm there is a hell of a lot of it. Not to mention DVDs and the vast amount of Doctor Who related kitsch that swamps the lounge. The flat is currently a waiting room, a loading bay with an attached kitchen. No place for writing at all.
Changes. Lots of changes. I’ve started work on a new series that may or may not go anywhere. I’m playing with all the Fantasy tropes I deliberately avoided with the last series. Magic and strange creatures and mentions of dragons. It feels weird writing ‘the last series’ when Book Two isn’t released until 18 Feb 2015 and Book Three some time in 2016. There’s still things I want to do in Landfall, but it’s too early to say if they’re viable. Will anybody want to read it?
And still more changes. The news feed is a litany of failure. Scientists and civilians shot out of the skies over Ukraine as children are bombed on beaches for the crime of being born Palestinian. The US of A sells even more weapons to Israel despite the growing shit storm. Cameron cynically reshuffles his cabinet to appeal to women voters and all those who absconded to UKIP. A brazen attempt to bring us yet more austerity despite the champagne bill at the House of Lords skyrocketing.
Hands up who’d like a change for the better?