Hola gentle readers.
The pictured version of fall [ambleside, last week -- leaves changing, sunshine, brisk fall wind] is no longer with us.
The ocean has risen up to swallow the sky.
And rain, of course, means it's time for the Surrey International Writers' Conference.
I'm in the throes of the last week before Surrey. May change my plans and move down there a day early -- so much to do, so little mobility to do it with!
SiWC 2009 looks to be astonishing. I've just been reading the script for War of the Worlds, this year's Shock Theatre offering from Michael Slade. It is hysterical, and even ends with a truly modern twist. I simply can't wait to be a part of it.
Cybils Award. It's a great little on-line award program -- the chicken nugget of awards [both nummy and nutritious]. The books are twice-read by a panel and decisions are made in February. So send positive vibes toward Darby, okay?
More soon. Hope to post lots of pix from Surrey, especially on Friday night when There Will Be Aliens.