First off, this happened today:
It's a bushfire out the back of my place. There is fire on the mountain 300m away. You can hear the hiss and crackle of the flames and hear the firefighters shouting (specifically, shouting "Where's the fucking water?").
I have backed up my novel and am ready to hose down the embers. People are clustered on their balconies and verandahs and in their cars, watching and taking photos.
In other news. This year I am going to Continuum X. I am going to be talking about mediaeval diversity and weird diseases and faith and spec fic and learning how to sword-fight, and dressing up as something macabre and dancing.
|Every girl crazy 'bout a shark dressed man.|
The novel, by the way, goes very well.