This is not an excuse for neglecting my blog, but I have been posting to the new blog I have with the beautiful girl.
Though, in fact, I'm a post behind on that as well. But I have got in 5 posts this week, which is uncommonly good for me, and quite distracting.
As for other things I've been doing (in a list because it's that sort of mood):
I learned how to do some Scottish country dancing. It was at a party, I was drunk and won't be doing it again. I was not good.
I've been asked to sell my felt in the lovely gift shop of John Rylands Deansgate.
I've made a big to-do list to stave off the mental breakdown that came scarily close earlier this week.
I took a break from the excessively long We were the Mulvaneys to read I, Robot. The second of those was better, but did have some really really awful snippets of prose sometimes. It's interesting that even though it's incredibly dated (since lots of the 'future' is now in the past and we still don't have robots with positronic brains of hyperdrives to travel to the far reaches of the universe) lots of the issues it raises are still very interesting. I didn't realise it would be lots of short stories, but I liked it, I enjoyed the suspense of each story and I loved the ending of the whole thing. Read it.
I've cleaned the entire house. Don't know what's come over me. My dad's away and I tend to let the house get really messy when he is, but not this time. Weird.
I've booked my tickets to get to London for the Elaine Feinstein book launch next week.
I've been reading lots of stuff in the archives at John Rylands. I've been reading up on the past of Madagascar, there were lots of English missionaries there is the first half of the 19th century. They had some very funny ideas about primitive natives. But they are often useful as well - it's good to see the changes in the country, makes me feel a part of it and hopefully it will help me figure out the plot points missing in my novel.