Well, he didn't. Not really. This is just a post to say that there's nothing much worth posting about and I couldn't think of a title.This weekend I'm off up to Northumberland on a combined romantic weekend with the wife and research trip for the novel. I haven't been to places like Hadrian's Wall and Holy Island since I was about 14, so I need to refresh my memory - take a few notes, shoot a few snaps - to help me with the final edits for The Concrete Grove. I'm really looking forward to the trip; it's a beautiful part of the world.
If I don't come back, the Roman ghosts will have got me. Or the local mythical worm. Or something.
In the meantime, tell Lebbon I want my hamster back.
3 comments:
If not Roman ghosts or giant worms, the cold'll get you - it's bloody freezing up here at the moment.
Before (allegedly) eating your hamster, Tim Lebbon wrote the introduction to Stephen Volk's Dark Corners which I've just finished - it contains Three Fingers, One Thumb - and I agree, it's an almost perfect short story with a brilliant ending.
Oh, and thanks for plugging the Dark Minds anthology - it's had a few more last minute teething troubles but it will be out there soon.
Enjoy your trip!
Enjoy your trip - if Roman ghosts or giant worms don't get you the cold will - it's bloody freezing up here at the moment.
Before Tim Lebbon embarked on hamsterophagy he wrote an introduction to Stephen Volk's Dark Corners which I've just bought and which contains the story you mentioned - Three Fingers, One Thumb - and I agree, it's a cracking story with a brilliant ending. There's another great story in there called Indicator.
By way of responding to as many of your posts in one go can I say thanks for the plug for the Dark Minds anthology (and thanks for the great story). It's had a few last minute teething troubles but should be hitting - and leaving - the presses soon.
Anyway, once again, enjoy your trip to the beautiful North East.
Oops...
Didn't think my first attempt had gotten through as my laptop crashed. Still, looks like the couple of glasses of chianti I had made me slightly more eloquent second time round...
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