It’s been a bit of a slow few days. I’ve had lots of fun moving chapters of OOTS from one place to a different place, looking at them from all angles, trying them out somewhere else, but actually writing new words… no, not much of that. I never used to write like this, with all this moving stuff around malarkey. I was strictly a start-at-the-beginning-and-keep-going-until-the-end sort of writer. The rot set in with King of the Crags, so when my editor comes back and tells me it’s all a dog’s breakfast and can I please rewrite it from the bottom up, we’ll all know why… And I’m hoping this will now be sooner rather than later on account of the Snow and Simon being stuck at home with nothing else to do, along with most of the rest of London.

I did write a short piece lamenting the demise of the dragon from iconic monster to fluffy cuddly toy. Curse you Anne McCaffery (but only a teensy little bit, because I thoroughly enjoyed Pern when I was younger and it was new).

I’ve had several mails now asking where and when books can be sighed. I caught myself yesterday rolling my eyes, thinking oh no, not another one. And then I took myself outside, gave myself a good slap and stuck my face in the snow until I woke up and remembered how awesome it is that anyone at all is even asking. So: There are no hard plans for any signings at the moment, but I will be at Eastercon. If anything else is arranged, you’ll hear about it first here, and when it’s definite, I’ll put it up on the home page. There, is that fair?