Right, first up I want to let you know that like Lazarus, I have arisen. Turns out it wasn’t my deathbed after all, it was just my bed. Therefore it’s safe to say I’m not dead. However it’s -7 degrees outside, so even if I was dead it’s so fucking cold that I probably wouldn’t notice. I know what your thinking. How charmingly British? First post for ages and he is already talking about the weather. I’m not. I’m talking about not being dead, got it?
Not much has happened on the ‘Existence Is Futile’ front, apart from 1,500+ people liking the book’s Facebook page. Which is pretty awesome. What would be more awesome is if some of these people bought themselves a copy of my book. If you’ve already read it, I have something for you to do. Review it. The best way to support my book is to share your opinion about it with the world anywhere you can. If not the story of Professor Henry Tomlinson will never be anything other than a silent and deadly fart trapped in the anus (yes anus) of history.
In other news I have been sidetracked again from editing my other novel. It is difficult to return to a project which has been put to one side for so long. Still I hope to pick up the pace after Christmas (bah humbug) and have it ready to send out in spring. There is a legitimate reason for this delay. Recently I was offered the chance to embark on an exciting new project in an entirely new and unforeseen direction. For now I am loath to say more about it, until it is officially completed. What I can say is that I am sure it will surprise a lot of people. Incidentally it is not a sex change, I am not learning the bagpipes, and despite what the Russian newspapers say I am not the new prima ballerina in the Bolshoi Ballet. For now you’ll have to remain patience, I will reveal more here when the time is right.