Ah, Christmas. When I was a spry young thing I used to work 7 days a week, more or less, and Christmas was faintly annoying because it’s very hard to write while drunk and food is oozing out of your every orifice. But now I’m a raddled old shell of a man I actually have things like weekends and sometimes, rarely, even holidays! So right now I’m officially downing my quill for a week or so, the better to wallow in my own crapulence.
I said crapulence, not cr… ah, forget it.
Progress update: 39 chapters of The Ace of Skulls have been clubbed to death; 7 or 8 of the little critters are still gnashing at my ankles. I’d say it’s gonna come in about the same length as The Black Lung Captain, a little shorter than The Iron Jackal. Still well on course for an autumn release next year. We’ve already had the cover art in and it looks ace. I’ll post it up once the designers have done their bit.
Broken Sky re-edit is crawling along slowly as I’m only really doing it on trains and buses and so forth: am concentrating on getting the Ketty Jay stuff done for the moment. I’m some way into Act 2. I’d forgotten, like, everything that happens in that book.
No other news, really. It’ll pick up in the new year, honest!
Merry Christmas everybody!