Feeling distinctly sick yesterday and today. Proper update tomorrow. Caught up on American Horror Story, additional thoughts, potential job-ness.
It is ridiculous to get stage fright when you are going to see someone else. Still.
Off to Scottish crime authors night; details later, from keyboard rather then phone.
ETA at 1 a.m. on the 25th:
I had a lovely time. 😀 Stuart MacBride, who was the author whose name caught my attention in the first place, is very funny in pretty much exactly the way you’d expect a man who writes gritty (and/or morbidly cheerful) stories about serial killers to be. He read the short story I just linked, too; said it was the first time he’d read it for an audience. He signed my copies of halfhead and Flesh House, and seemed pleased to hear I’d liked halfhead. Apparently he got a lot of grief for writing something that wasn’t in the series he’s best known for; I think that’s a serious shame, as it was a good book and a damn fun story.
Ian Rankin I had heard of and read before; Denise Mina I hadn’t. I’m rather regretting the last, now; I would have picked up her book The End of Wasp Season if I weren’t on a strict self-imposed moratorium of Only One More Book This Year Dammit. (There was an
accident incident with a bookstore in Niagara Falls. Oh lord, was there an incident.)
Yep, more American Horror Story. Yep, still the first episode. Mostly a quicknote on the visuals. Continue reading “I see thee…/As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.”