Home again, home again.
We are safely returned from Cornwall, bringing home with us patchy tans, several pounds of extra weight due to ice-creams and cream-teas, soaked and salty wetsuits, and a sheaf of photos that need sorting through before I post any on here.
(Not one of our photos of the Minack Theatre. Ours include the stage hands setting up backdrops for The Book of Mirrors, a steampunk musical. But as I say, they’re still in the camera.)
I just about managed to keep up with my more urgent emails while I was there, but it’s hard typing a cogent message on a mobile phone, so I’m catching up with my blog posts now I’m home.
Speaking of which, here I am guesting on Elin Gregory’s blog, being put through the ordeal of the Comfy Chair:
where I’m talking about the problem I have with villains. (They will keep blocking the chimney when they try to break into the place. Why can’t they just come to the front door like the salesmen?)
Mrs Giggles reviews Bomber’s Moon and gives it a mark of 83 (out of 100.) I don’t think I really do it for her, but many thanks to her for reviewing it
Clare London sent me an interesting link to a Guardian article on fan fiction
in which, apparently, the mainstreaming of fanfiction spells the end of literature as we know it. IMO, this doesn’t sound like a bad thing. My only real interest in 50 Shades of Grey comes from noting that it at least proves definitively that there’s nothing illegal about filing the serial numbers off your fanfic and publishing it. If this isn’t a legal precedent, I don’t know what is.