Alt.Fiction [External Link] has been and gone for another year and I’m having my central heating fixed during a mini heatwave.
Although the forecast indicates the heatwave will be ending tomorrow, while the central heating work will continue over the rest of the week. I have explained carefully to Finn that this will be “Bring your dog to work” week, not “Let your dog eat the plumber” week.
The heatwave sprung up on the second day (Sunday) of Alt.Fiction. It wasn’t particularly cold on the first day, but it wasn’t the almost thirty degrees centigrade it hit by the end of the Sunday. Although I’m sure that Adele of Un:Bound [External Link], who was stuck in the podcasting suite for almost the entire weekend (she was let out for good behaviour at lunch time – for about half an hour – and at the end of the day), will say otherwise. That was one hot and stuffy room usually crowded with an audience. Made up of those people smart enough to realise the podcasts were allowed audiences. I was not one of those until Sunday.
Pretending to play the guitar and genealogy obviously haven’t progressed since the last update (although I now have a stack of TABERNERs to check over and possibly add to the online data. It would be nice to say I have something to show for my writing work. However, the work has mostly been of the mental exercise variety (got to love workshops that get you thinking about your WIP, whether intended to be applied so directly or not). I did manage to rattle off the first draft of the “sort of noir science fiction thing” I mentioned last week and that is now with my alpha reader, Dylan Fox. The shhh! project is awaiting feedback and I have, oddly enough, received some more – and very comprehensive – feedback on 25 Ways to Kill A Werewolf. The good news is it looks like the latter might even get to second draft stage! So, back to The Three Guineveres and the seventh battle!