Tumbleweeds, Sad People and Ghosts. Oh my!

'tis Saturday afternoon, I've added another 1,000 words to The Ghosts of Folding Time so far and my web camera widget refuses to move from the left side of my screen. I think it's filming my productivity for posterity. Either that or Mr Grim (my laptop) is watching me. Gulp!

A few tumbleweeds blew through my inbox this week. The heady first week of 2011 has lulled into normalville--I think all the editors have fallen asleep again. I suspect they were powered by Christmas chocolate in its inital days. As was I.

No new short stories completed this week, but I am working on the second draft of a short, Sky Painted Metal Grey (The Thunderous Descent of Michael Skyworth), that refuses to play ball. Never fear, I'll beat it into shape*. You'll find the Rocky training montage in the previous post ;)

And most importantly, two people (or maybe one person who forgot they'd already bought it) purchased Strange Men on Amazon UK this week--or at least the sales rank shifted up twice. And I don't think I know them...Grinning. How sad am I?

*Note to family: Please buy me boxing gloves because paper cuts sting.