At something like 9pm last night I wrote the last sentence of my new book. Or, heh, at least I wrote the current last sentence, as you never know how these things are finally going to end up. But yes, I’m getting there with Phase Three.

…Floof.

My brain has turned to porridge, so since right now it doesn’t seem able to say much more about how I’m feeling than ‘Floof’, here’s a pertinent passage from one of my very favourite books about writing, namely THE UNSTRUNG HARP, OR MR EARBRASS WRITES A NOVEL, by Edward Gorey, who was a genius. If you don’t know about Mr Gorey already you’re in for a treat: to whet your whistle further you can read the whole of TUH and see his beautiful illustrations here. Meanwhile, this bit describes the day after Mr Earbrass gets to the end of one of his for the first time…

I don’t have a week. Or rather I do, but in that time I’ve got to bust on back to the beginning – to stitch the chapters together, Frankenstein-style, and administer the necessary jolt of lightning for the Phase Three beast to lurch to its stumpy feet and lumber off to its editors and agents by the deadline of Sept 1st (or, um, very soon thereafter!) -Yikes!

I’m /also/ – GLEE! – going to be heading off to Edinburgh, Scotland to take part in THIS. Quite apart from how much fun that’s going to be, it’ll be great to get away from this desk and interact (for a change) with people I haven’t made up. ;p

Watch this space. Oh, and if you haven’t been to see HELLBOY 2 yet, do. In true Del Toro style it’s got more imagination, monsters, fun, heart, colour and monsters (QUALITY monsters!) per square inch than pretty much anything else around right now. Give it a wallop, I say. 🙂

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