Words of the Day: what the f***?
I ordered some stuff online. Some CDs. Everyone who's spent more than a few quid online will know that estimated and real delivery dates are rarely in agreement, so I wasn't exactly expecting miracles. But miracles I got - some CDs ordered after last post on Saturday arrived this morning, Monday morning. Now, in countries where business operates 7 days a week, that might not seem too surprising. But, as everyone who's lived in England will tell you, there's no post on Sundays. They shut the whole bloody thing down. Well, not quite, but you don't count Sunday as a day when working out how long it'll take a package to arrive. This is indeed a wondrous thingy. And even more so when you consider that the other CDs I ordered from the same company two days previously have shown no sign of arriving...
Back to more normal things, I really need to sit down and sh*t out another book sometime soon. Main problem is finding time and brilliance, neither of which I am overly endowed with. Damn. I do have a very strong idea about its direction. It's definitely still rooted in traditional fantasy, but I want to make it a story about environmental issues. Scary? Hell yes. But might work. Thing is, I think it's going to be one of those things where the issue is well buried in the plot, and the decision is the reader's. I hate being told what to think, especially when reading books, and I'm guessing that other people feel the same way. So it's there, waiting to be written, waiting to be born into a cruel world, etc. Maybe one day I'll finish the other few hundred...