The planned writing break ended before it began. I have no problem with that. In fact, I think I'll threaten the muse every week and get it to kick its ass in gear. Worked on a short story this morning that has so much running under the surface, I think I may have to dredge a canal.
Spent this afternoon in the company of esteemed writers (Simon Beswick, Ally Bird and Joel Lane). I think I looked like a mannequin set to 'awe' and maybe a nodding dog. I felt like a pretend writer. Heck, with the time I spend on twitter even my laptop thinks I'm a pretend writer. Oops! I have to say Allyson Bird is one of the loveliest people ever. Not that Simon and Joel aren't of course.
Then, I arrive home and yay, the new issue of Space and Time is out in the world (and should be in bookstores in Canada) and my name is on the cover. Or rather my old name. I think this is the last story out in the wild that will appear under the name Catherine J Gardner. I should mark the name's passing with a moments silence or a biscuit.