More word splash

After three birthday beers at the bar last night I got home, leaped into bed at 11.30pm and opened my notebook.  45 minutes later I was still going, which must be a record writing session after the consumption of alcohol, which normally only leads to despond and sleep.  I was working on the story about the guy who looks like he may not turn out to be quite as irritating as a Murakami-man.  Anyway, I'm a firm believer in not jinxing things by talking about them, so I should shut up.

Later, a few quick musings on Joe Hill's "20th Century Ghosts", which must be one of the most pleasing short-story collections I've read in ages.

Here, why don't you just look at my icon for a bit?  I am......