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Monday saw the only my fourth run of the last eight weeks, and boy, was I creaky. The first couple of miles hurt, no doubt about that, but then... then the muscles and bones and bits of cartilage and lungs and all other associated hanging together bits remembered how it all went and everything fell into place. Those following two and half miles were much, much better. I'm not there yet, I need to run and run and run, but that lovely feeling of being able to run 18 miles in one go will return. Eventually. ***

I've been reading a lot of cool stuff of late, in between the massive tomes I have been re-reading, and wow, there are some good writers out there.

Paintworks by Tim Maughan (who was excellent at BristolCon) is a superb read, very much capturing the flavour of the near future in its exploration of QR codes, graffiti, augmented reality and gaming. Let's put it this way, I read it once on the way to work and then again on the way back from work.

Shotgun Gravy by Chuck Wendig (twittery, bloggy, authory person) is the first of four novellas in the Atlanta Burns quartet. This seems to touch on the whole gamut of angst, pain and trials of growing up in small-town fucked up America, with all its insecurities, prejudices and disfunction. Atlanta Burns, the protagonist, is superbly realised and I spent the whole time thinking "Yay! Noooooooo! Yay! Nononononoooooooooooo! Aaargh! Noooooooo! WHAT?! Noooooooooooo!" Etc.

More please.

I have just started reading Emma Newman's short story anthology From Dark Places... and gosh... it's good! I'll let you know more when I finish it.

As an aside, Pete Newman (husband to Emma above) is a cracking writer too. He is currently writing The Vagrant, an instantly-grabbing-you-by-the-lapels-and-dragging-you-into-thepost-apocalypotic-esque-SF-setting series of flash short stories that you really,really should read.

I am thoroughly enjoying the shorter novel/novella/short story format at the moment. Whilst I adore, and always will adore, the large volume, never-ending serieseses of books I have been immersed in (Malazan Book of the Fallen, Sword of Shadows, Rothfuss' Kvothe series, Thomas Covenant Chronicles, Gormenghast, etc) the short form is giving me much pleasure at the moment.


I am writing this on a train, on my way to foggy Fareham from foggy Bristol through foggy England. Courtesy of a colleague's constant playing of their album, I am currently ear-deep in Erasure's Total Pop! greatest hits album. And it is surprisingly good.

Don't snigger, I've seen the dark, dim corners of your iTunes library...

Oh yes, yes I have.


NaNoWriMo is going really well, thoroughly enjoying (although occasionally not). But for the fact I took yesterday off I am on target and back in the groove. More importantly though the write-ins have been great fun, with lots of new people turning, the scope of their imagination and commitment continuing to stagger and humble me.

On which note I had better stop procrastinating and get on with some writing.

Oops (or Aren't These Great Book Covers?)

the power of a shower