What I Did On My Holidays
I clearly don't have any common sense. I've just delivered a novel, but instead of relocating, I've stayed in town. London in August is half-deserted. Families have loaded up their people carriers and 4x4s and vanished beyond the M25, or entrained through the Channel Tunnel for France and Italy, Spain and Portugal. Away from the centre of town, streets have the somnolent, dust-blown air of an earlier, car-free decade. You can hear birdsong. Nothing much moves. Even the Olympics hasn't really disturbed the tranquillity. It's my favourite time of year.
And besides I've been working. Editing a collection of short stories for publication next year, and preparing for Kindle, with my co-author Kim Newman, our post-alien invasion novella, Prisoners of the Action. The terrific cover is by award-winning artist and make-up maven Dave Elsey, and for those of you who aren't on holiday, it's available now.