Richard Wright

I’ve driven myself cross-eyed today, meticulously proofreading a story I have in an anthology this summer (it’s a special one, but still no official announcement, so you’ll have to keep guessing). The format of the story is a little different from usual, making it all the more important that the internal rules are consistent, because if they aren’t, you’re going to spot it a mile off, and possibly make a frowny face. Overall, I’m very happy with how the story sits on the page, and the editor has been so informed. I’ve also had a look at some of the other stories in the book, and I’m very excited to be sitting in among them. There’s a lot of cool stuff happening between those covers…

In other news, my daughter’s new bed arrived today, delivered to the door by M&S. While I hate to be impressed by a piece of children;s furniture, it’s a massive, solid wood bed, packed with cupboards, tables, shelves, and drawers, and we’re sort of expecting the store to call us up and explain that they’ve made a horrible pricing mistake. On top of all that the bed, sold as self-assembly, was constructed by the delivery guys, in the bedroom, at no extra cost. It took them two hours, with power tools, and we’d expected to have to do it ourselves.

Hey, sometimes it’s the little things that make you happy.

As for the diva daughter, she’s ecstatic. It’s never been so easy to get her up to her room…