The Scream by Munch
… you can hear me breathing and no, not in a creepy phonecall kind of way.
Having returned from the whirlwind of Conflux in Canberra, barely escaping mummification by the hotel’s heating system (BTW: if you need somewhere to mummify a body, talk to me), I am now starting the mad season that will be the rest of my year.
From May onwards I will be teaching a LOT, appearing in various places rather like Chicken Man, going to World Fantasy Con in Brighton UK (thank you, Arts Queensland for the helpful grant money) and trying to finish a novel, a collection, another collection and a novella all by the end of the year.
So I may be a little bit scarce … or I may not, as I seek means of productive procrastination. In fact, you may see quite a bit of me here.
The Bitterwood Bible and Other Recountings is currently at 77,000 words and I have three more stories to write to complete the cycle. Hallowmass (the novel formerly known as Brisneyland by Night) is at 70,000 words and is three-quarters done. I know how it’s going to end, and plan to spend next week writing the final quarter so I can then spend the last half of May on an edit before it goes out to beta readers. I’ve started on my novella for Simon Marshall-Jones’ lovely Spectral Press, The Witches of Whitechapel, and work has also started on the super-sekrit project.
I have about ten short stories out this year, so keep an eye out for those.
Anyway, the novel and all its edits await. Farewell *swirls cape*.