"A start, an end, a rise and fall, no system eternal and no one immortal." - End of an Empire, Celldweller
Please tell me I'm not alone ...
How the devil are you? It's been a while since I threw you an email, so here I am. I do hope January is being kind to you.
There's still an Amazon box hanging around our house left over from Christmas. And Isabelle has claimed it. I can't be alone here, surely? Do you have any pets? And what kind of madness did they get up to during the festivities?
By the way, a HUGE thanks if you snatched up SUSSEX HORRORS because you helped it reach No.1 bestseller on two (yes, two!) of Amazon's anthology charts. Also, TERROR THREADS is still doing well, the collection of short tales taking the Shadow Fabric Mythos along a different path which, I admit, was unintended. But it's certainly building the background to another book which is on my to-write list.
Speaking of short stories, I'm not touching any for a while, and instead concentrating on my next book, PARASITE CROP. Remember that question about immortality? Thanks again for the bombardment of answers, you have helped build the plot for me. And for that, I'll be sure to give you all a shout in the acknowledgements when published.
Another question, this time regarding food because the main character of PARASITE CROP is a chef (yeah, if you're a chef or work in a restaurant, please shout!): Do you have any tales you'd like to share about having dinner at your house or someone else's, or perhaps dining/serving/cooking/washing up at a restaurant?
You get the idea. Tell me. The weirder the better.
Don't forget, gimme that answer and I promise to add you in the acknowledgements.
As always, I thank you for being here, and may I take the time to wish you a great rest of January? Cool, because I just did.