So yeah, I think the WiP has a name. It’s a placeholder, which means it will be called that until it gets trunked or published, basically. (Also, it’s a very lame in-universe in-joke that only I will find amusing, or indeed, catch. (The Melancholy Raven)).
Last night I went out with Nerine Dorman to the launch of Sarah Lotz’s new book, Tooth and Nailed. Ms. Lotz, by the way, says shit a lot makes for a very entertaining launch. Also, she’s utterly adorable and will probably fit in a handbag so I urge you all to steal her if you get the chance.
Then Nerine and I got horribly drunk. The End.
In other news, I have a helpful little seven step program that runs through what you need to do if a snake comes into your house.
step one: scream at your children (“DON’T TOUCH IT! GO TO YOUR ROOM!”)
step two: scream at your dog. (“OUT! OUT! LEAVE THE DAMN THING ALONE!”)
step three: tweet (OH MY HOLY FUCK THERE IS A SNAKE IN MY LOUNGE, AAAAH I DUNNO WHAT TO DO HALP HALP HALP)
step four: prod it with a broom
step five: try sweep it out your house
step six: give up, and pick it up in a dustpan
step seven: toss it over the wall.
There. Now don’t tell me I never post anything helpful.