Yesterday my Doctor told me not to even think about using my broken hip for three months. So what can I do? Yeah, I think I’ll write a novel. That would be the decent thing to do, right? I know who it is about, what they are trying to get done, but I just can’t quite bring the big bad enemy into focus. I’ve been keeping a dream diary in the hope that he turns up there. He’s given me some clues, I think. And he is a he, I know that much, but I don‘t have his identity down just yet.
I have a story in Midnight Echo #4 this April:
http://battersblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/midnight-echo-4-culprits.html