Saturday Saturday

At the moment I am serving as a treadmill and climbing frame for a cat. A small cat mind you, but one with very sharp and very needle-like claws. I think it's because I had tuna earlier, or maybe I'm emitting a strange feline energy.

Today's been really good, and believe it or not, and ready yourselves for this bombshell of goodness, I have started the first chapter of the second book in the trilogy! Took me a little by surprise I must say, because I had said to myself, and many others had said to me, that I should have a short break before starting anything else. Unfortunately for me, taking a little break meant chilling at my laptop, and that meant perusing a few ideas, which meant I might have seen the plan for the second book nestled in between a few file folders, aaaaaand that might have led to sitting down for a day or so and maaaaaybe writing about 4000 words of the new chapter. Can't deny it though, I'm a little excited by the prospect of taking Farden and the story even further, and if I don't say so myself, it's going. Rather. Well.

In other knew I have a gig tonight, which brings me back to why I'm being trampled by a furry beast. Deadlight are playing Epsom tonight in a teency little bar/club affair called the Native Tongue (which, incidently, is firmly ensconced in an alcove between Halifax bank and a Turkish body art shoppe). So come on down if you're around! Stay tuned.

Laters,

Ben