It’s cold in the UK at the moment, not that we’ve had much pretty snow down south to compensate, just bitter ice and frost. And of course, Lockdown III continues on into a 7th week… when will I get to hug people again?
They say you should make book titles as specific as possible. Alliterate them. They should flow off the tongue, have double meanings… well, I’d settle for a single meaning. Truly, today I feel like I shall never release another book again, despite having one in the can.
We appear to be living in limbo. Everyone looks like Batman’s nemesis Bane (the masks), and what used to be my friends are now walking contagions I have to keep 6ft away from (still my friends though). Holidays cancelled… music festivals unlikely… and I have a large bag of glowsticks! Invest in glowsticks, they said… at least I think it was glowsticks, it might have been gold now I think about it.
The Flight of the Red Talon We start high, so high even the eagles and kestrels circle below us. We see a great continent,
I always loved those programmes about the making of the film… Jaws, Raiders of the Lost Arc, James Bond… so in that spirit, here’s my take on the development of Nether Light.
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