I have a few good reasons for enjoying this glass of plonk (it's got ice in it 'cause I'm dead classy that way) on a Monday night. First off, I'm taking leave from the day-job tomorrow. Secondly, I've a pretty exciting trip to Dublin planned. I managed to blag my way into Declan Burke's excellent Down These Green Streets and it's getting the launch treatment down at the Gutter Bookshop, Temple Bar, at 6PM -- and they've not barred me yet (full details can be found at CAP). And thirdly, I got word today that my short story, Aul Yellah Belly, will be included in Maxim Jakubowski's Mammoth Book of Best British Crime Volume 9 (due to be published in Spring 2012).
Yes.
YES.
YES!
Not too shabby for a Monday.
I'll need to get my finger out from Wednesday, though. Danny from Pulp Press sent me a wee email today to let me know there's an edit coming my way. And as of last week I've got a shit-tonne of work to do on the novel-in-progress. You see, uber-agent, Allan Guthrie (happy birthday, Al!), has had a read and pointed out the bits that need a spit-shine as well as the chunks that need the chainsaw treatment.
But for right now... glug, glug, glug.
5 comments:
Congratulations and well deserved.
Cheers, Paul. You're a gent.
gb
Probably too late to warn you not to overindulge given your Tuesday night gig, I guess. But here's luck to all of you reading at the Gutter Bookshop--wish I could be there to see it!
Great news and many congrats.
Wow.
WOW.
WOW!
:)
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