A good Con this year - as usual, it must be said - and had a whale of a time catching up with old friends, drinking beer, smoking fags and talking bollocks. As I mentioned in a previous post, my mate Paul had his book, Islington Crocodiles, out which Ly and I picked up a copy of; Chris Teague of Pendragon Press launched the lovely looking collection We Fade To Grey; we won a bunch of tat along with a couple of interesting books in the raffle; Ly got to meet Graham Joyce who's a lovely bloke; and all the other usual suspects were there which made it a damn good weekend. Oh and I popped into the city centre and picked up Death Magnetic, the new Metallica album as well which I'll be giving a listen to over the coming weeks.
A couple of writery-type things for myself came out of this Con as well and, should they come to any sort of fruition, I will of course be letting you know.
Meantime, Cuckoo God continues at its own pace and reached nearly 83,000 words today; I'm hoping to have the first draft finished by the end of October/beginning of November. That way I can crack on with typing it up at the writers' weekend that a bunch of us have planned for the end of November which I'm really looking forward to.
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