So today is my birthday. I'm 39 years old. One year closer to death and one year away from looking officialy sad in my Mighty Boosh T-shirt.
Anyway, to help combat the mortality blues I've started on a new novel. Hopefully I'll actually finish this one.
The working title is ALL DEAD THINGS, and it's a Thomas Usher novel. Usher is my beloved serial character, the "star" of stories like HUM DRUM and the forthcoming collection TO USHER THE DEAD (due out in 2009).
A major editor told me recently that he'd be very interested in seeing an Usher novel if I ever got round to writing one, and if that isn't a good enough reason to get one done I don't know what is...
I already have most of the plot for ALL DEAD THINGS mapped out in my head. It features beautiful hanged girls, a dubious northern businessmen who runs a seedy strip club, a Jamesian ghost, hoody-wearing demons, Usher's tragic past and the genesis of his "gift", and something nasty from the great beyond...
3 comments:
Hey Gary how odd - I'm currently writing a Henderson story set in a lapdancing club 'up North'. Are the managers of these places ever anything other than seedy? We should make one a lay preacher / charity worker on the side :->
In my experince, they are always seedy...
Sounds good - you've got to love seedy!
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