Summer. Part 2 - The Revenge

Over 50 000 words in on the latest book, new estimate of 145 000 in total. Coming back to writing SF after three books on WW2 has been a revelation and with the experience of narrowing down what works to drive the action, this book looks like it will read like a ride down some fast roads on a motorbike. (Guess what I have doing to enjoy the sun. Only a momentary slip, officer.)
This should be finished well in time for the economic implosion due to hit everyone's finances in the next twelve months. Either put your head between your legs and kiss that little baby goodbye, or find something useful for when you have to break into your local store. Good to see capitalism coping so well with the people who really don't care that they run the world ... bankers and rich bankers.

Work, work, work

For those of you who are not tagged as my ‘friends’ on Facebook, here’s an update on my latest SF novel. I’m 30 000 words in, just over a seventh of the way done according to my outline, so the prospect of an humongous work that will need editing down to saleable size look entirely possible. Still, it’s better than coming up with new media slants on the events of 11th September, 2001. With all due respect to the grief the various siblings presumably suffered, who was the creative genius who came up with the idea for Twins of The Twin Towers? Did you punch the air, arsehole, when it popped into your sad little brain? I’m all for free speech, but a modicum of self-censorship can go a long way. For instance, if I wrote exactly what I think of people like you, I’d probably have MI5 knocking on the door for inciting a riot via the internet. (That’s the trouble with writing an action gothic SF book … conflict, conflict, conflict. It seeps out into real life. I’ll go and have a little lie down, now.)