was eaten empty by self, Stoob and practically-engaged Broto yesterday – in an almost-recap of his now-internationally-famous proposal, he flew into town and took us out to dinner. We waited most eagerly, but he said nothing even vaguely romantic afterwards. Much fun was had discussing the complete debauchery which will happen next year, with everyone … Continue reading
Have gone into uber-grump hermit mode again, as have started work on book 3; I leap and snap at small sounds and walk around flat muttering. blogging will be increasingly sporadic until anti-social phase passes; comments have also been disabled for the time being, but will be back once i start posting regularly again. Still … Continue reading
It’s difficult to get a cab in New York
Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, not around the eyes, in the eyes. You’re under. There. OK. You want to buy fifty copies of my book. Today. Got it? good. Now, 3, 2, 1, back to you.
by a reporter: How is your second book doing? and Do you call yourself very prolific?
Classic fanfiction for your reading pleasure until HP7 comes out. Link from Kaleidoglide
Have finally stopped being ill. Which is a good thing. For me, at least. Also got some really good news yesterday – the Big To now has a girlfriend. Got her in style too – flew down to Cal, fed her dinner at the Grand, spouted at her until she simpered and blushed. Stoob and … Continue reading
The Puffin Book of Bedtime Stories is out, and I have two short kid poems in it. Got to see it today; it’s really well illustrated and looks great. Buy it if there’s a kid around you want to read stories to. Vandana Singh’s opening story is really nice.
…when you can play Curveball? Or Flamingo Golf? Or Penguin Swing? Hell, just play the entire Yeti Olympics… There (rubbing hands) now you’re not going to get any work done either. Muhaha.
The Forbidden Library, thanks Sanghamitra for the link The Invisible Library, ditto Ani.