At last week's signing at Forbidden Planet in London, a lovely chap from Leicester Square TV took the time to interview a few of us signees. My own contribution to the proceedings can be viewed here. Some of it makes sense, though I also found plenty to make me cringe. See what you think.
I'm delighted to announce the sale of my short story 'Dreaming Towers, Silent Mansions' to the upcoming 'Solaris Rising' anthology. It's not a Sidhe universe story, but it is a tale that's been looking for a home for some time.
And don't forget I'll be at Forbidden Planet on Shaftsbury Avenue, with lots of other cool people, signing books from 6pm this Thursday.
... to bring news of a multi-author signing next Thursday (23rd) at Forbidden Planet's London Megastore. This is the launch of the latest book by the lovely Elspeth Cooper, but she's kindly allowing a whole bunch of other reprobates, including yours truly, to tag along. Do drop in.
Meanwhile, here's a rather nice review for Principles of Angels from Warpcore SF.
The real world decadence is going very well. Our stint at the luxury Crinan Hotel combined natural beauty with exceptional cuisine (note to self: next time bring an extra stunt stomach) although internet access was limited to a brief period when the tide turned and the wind was blowing so'westerly (and then only if you sat in the right spot in the bar). Best access we found in Scotland was at Dunadd, ancient capital of the Kings of Dalriada, but I was too busy admiring the view and letting my imagination run riot to consider the 21st Century. I was particularly pleased to find that my size six walking boot fitted exactly into the rock-carved footprint apparently used to consecrate those ancient kings.
We're now in the Lake District where, amazingly, it isn't raining.
Edwin of Utility Fog Press was kind enough to offer me an e-interview spot on their blog. You can read it here.
In other news, Beloved and I are celebrating a Significant Anniversary by taking a well earned holiday*. We've spent the last couple of days castle-spotting in Northumbria (not hard) and tomorrow we head further north to a luxury hotel on the west coast of Scotland. I could get used to this.
*I'm not obliged to write at all this week, but that doesn't mean I won't; as a result of not taking a notebook to dinner last night, I now have some notes for the denouement of Queen of Nowhere on a paper napkin.