My wife’s about to slaughter me.
When I’m at work, my entire day revolves around three things: Looking smart, driving cars, and answering phones.
When I’m on holiday, which I am now, I do none of these. Thus after a week of Christmas holiday my beard is almost down to my ankles (according to she who must be feared) and if I don’t driver her to the shops, stable, best friend’s house, or even worse answer the telephone pretty soon she’s going to end my miserable existence – apparently with a hammer.
There’s plenty of time for all that when I go back to work, so the hairy one has been painting stupid things and dragged Three Hoodies 2 out of the cupboard.
Here’s a selection of both; first the silly painting:
I really should be concentrating on my upcoming book covers but I can’t be bothered.
And here, the first line of Hoodies 2. This series is not for or about young adults so my characters’ language is a little harsh at times. My biggest problem was beating or at least equally the opening line from Hoodies 1. I think I’ve settled on this, but like all writing it may change.
‘You nearly got swallowed by a giant slavering monster then crushed to crap in an earthquake, just for a lump of Iron Pyrite? You’re a total dickhead.’
If I’m not pulped during the night, I’ll be back to my usual blogging nonsense tomorrow.