Random posting. Tomorrow I hit 28 years old, which means I will have escaped the 27 Club, but I still have a few hours to go, of course. Going up north, hopefully loose myself here to contemplate time, and visit the very nice antique bookshop nearby.
I’m in the middle of tightening up the first draft of the second book, and would be making good progress if it wasn’t for Twitter. I’m also re-reading Jack Vance’s Tales of the Dying Earth, which is so much more surreal than I remembered.
And it’s nice to see M John Harrison causing a ripple or two across the interwebs.
Yeah, yeah. Blame it all on Twitter, old man.