My author page is up on Janklow and Nesbit’s website. May have had a little happy cry.
In other news, I have written exactly zero words of my WiP this week *sigh*. I got my comeuppance though, in the form of an oyster from a street vendor in Bangkok. Man oh man, that did not end well. Here’s photo of us in happier times:
Down the hatch goes the Oyster of Doom
I am all better now and back in the UK. Arrived to some lovely post in the form of a letter from my MA course-mate, friend, and brilliant writer, Rory. It is a thing of beauty: hilarious and courageously written on his orange typewriter Edie (after Edith Sitwell), that I bought for him from a charity shop as a farewell present/implement of torture. I also received a copy of Lighthouse magazine, in which my poem Dulcet appears (pg. 27).
RIGHT. I am going to go and write some WiP words now. Yes, yes I am.
The oyster is watching.