Normal Service Will Be Resumed

Those of you who notice things may possibly have noticed that posting has been, of late, less daily than usual. There is an excuse: I have been in the throes of fiction-writing once more - since 28 February to be exact - and I am not the kind of lazy, superficial writer who can rattle off hundreds of words of fibs and then go on to complain about the news on a weblog. Not every day, anyhow.

I should finish the first draft over the weekend, depending on whether bloody-mindedness conquers laziness or the other way around. There will be no further bloggery until I get the little bastard done. Meanwhile, since there's a recession, you might consider buying a copy of my previous opus. Though short, it has virtually everything the discerning reader might wish for, including ghosts, Nazis and the London Tube. It takes place in April 1989, so if you hurry you might receive your copy by the twentieth anniversary of the climax; and if you download it you could be reading it on the twentieth anniversary of something that took place a bit earlier.

Not only that, but I have other opera, too. Go ahead and treat yourself. It's Easter, after all.