I’ve taken a break from the unceasing fun of my personal life to completely rejigger this place. Regular readers know that most of the content here has been of the photo post or internet comedy varieties, in between mumblings about editing the latest book.

Well, I’m now spinning off all the non-work stuff onto the Nameless Horror site. This place will be reserved purely for work and book-related stuff. There’ll probably be a small amount of cross-posting between the two - if I do another ’state of the genre’ screed it’d go up in both - but otherwise the two are likely to remain basically separate entities. The Horror is going to be far more frequently updated and, chances are, more interesting to most of you. For those poor, sad fools who come here after reading one of the books, the site won’t seem to be a mess of unrelated garbage. Everyone’s a winner.

I’ll run reminders to check the Horror instead with the next couple of posts here, whenever they appear. Meantime, indeed, update your bookmarks.

I’ve pimped them on here before - their first EP was a free download and the second in crisp CD form only cost me about three quid through their site - and I’d always hoped there’d be more. One of the few unsigned bands I’ve encountered through the random ether of the internet who had actually made me think, “Hey, these guys are really good.”

Forty on the kerb, etc. Also have to backup that first EP of MP3s to hardcopy since there’ll be no other way of saving the thing if my originals die.

(The latter two different versions, obviously, of the same thing - one bumped massively for colour and midtone contrast, the other turned into artsy black and white.)

In other, actual, news, work on the great RF rewrite continues apace and i’m at the halfway point. Two high-work chapters to change here, a bit of a break, and then the heavy stuff towards the end.

(You can see more of such things here.)

There’s six inches - at least - of snow in the back garden. It only finished dropping white stuff an hour ago, having been going solidly since about ten this morning.

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Would’ve shifted angle and cleared the foreground but that would’ve shown the neighbours what I was doing and encouraged them to steal the camera for crack money. People are proving trickier to photo than objects and plants, but that’s mostly because so far I’ve had to haul Little Man with me everywhere, which limits my ability to bugger around.

Looks like I know what I’m doing for both Bristol and Harrogate this year. Other plotting and scheming. Much rewriting. Y’know - the usual.

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Flowery springy tree thing. Greenery, y’know. One of them. Very pretty. Colour levels tweaked in PS.

Dead arty, me.

Rachel and I went out last night and I had four pints. FOUR. In the old days, I could have four pints with lunch.

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I have a new toy. Since I obviously need something to do with my Copious Spare Time (TM), and since the only type of graphic art I can do with any real speed or grace is image manipulation (working from scratch… not so much), I thought, “Why not take up photography? It’s bound to be easy.”

Hmm…