The Aliens Have Landed

Run for your lives, they’re real.

This thing is now sitting in my house.

It doesn’t have Shawn the Sheep in it. It’s got a cow being beamed up.

And since it’s been here, my blog posts keep disappearing, the microwave has stopped working, the phone keeps dialling a non-existent number, my pacemaker has been beeping, and my voice sounds like it’s coming from deep down in some machine and there’s all this heavy breathing happening that I can’t explain. Oh yeah, I keep telling people that I am their father.

Weird.

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Time for Something Different

Time for me to do something different. I’ve been writing the next book. The first draft is half complete, or at least that what it feels like.

There’s this funny thing that happens when I start writing. Sometimes the story takes over and leads into areas that I never thought of in the initial planning. That’s OK, but it means that my idea of how long the book will be can sometimes change. And that’s where I am at the moment.

I was writing like mad for the month of November, and found that by the end of the month I had half a first draft instead of the complete thing.

And now I’m a bit brain dead and have decided to take a break from the book for a week or so. Trouble is, here I am writing again.

Pobody’s nerfect.