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Neil Gaiman coming soon to a town near you!
I'm back at work. My brain, it's meltiiiing.
A copy of Endless Nights is stowed in my bag, ready to be signed. I wish I had a nice copy of Good Omens to get signed too, but I've only got a horrible copy, the one with the picture on the front where Crowley looks like Nick Cotton from Eastenders and Aziraphale looks disturbingly like Sting (my eyes!). I try my very best not to picture them like that, I really do. And all the pages are falling out anyway.
So hopefully, crossing fingers that Virgin Trains doesn't choose today to have its weekly meltdown, I shall get to Oxford by 6.30 ish and meet
ntamara and
derryderrydown, and there are strong rumours that
foreverdirt will be in attendance too. Then I'm planning a couple of hours of pathetic fangirl drooling over that nice Mr Gaiman.
What is it about trains? It's starting to get worrying. I got started on my Nano novel this morning and immediately wrote a scene where poor confused angelic Crowley gets pushed up against a bookcase and molested by nasty demon Aziraphale. He got a lot less confused quite quickly. I hadn't planned anything like that at all. Honestly. Not that I'm too upset by it; now I've written it it might as well go in.
A copy of Endless Nights is stowed in my bag, ready to be signed. I wish I had a nice copy of Good Omens to get signed too, but I've only got a horrible copy, the one with the picture on the front where Crowley looks like Nick Cotton from Eastenders and Aziraphale looks disturbingly like Sting (my eyes!). I try my very best not to picture them like that, I really do. And all the pages are falling out anyway.
So hopefully, crossing fingers that Virgin Trains doesn't choose today to have its weekly meltdown, I shall get to Oxford by 6.30 ish and meet
What is it about trains? It's starting to get worrying. I got started on my Nano novel this morning and immediately wrote a scene where poor confused angelic Crowley gets pushed up against a bookcase and molested by nasty demon Aziraphale. He got a lot less confused quite quickly. I hadn't planned anything like that at all. Honestly. Not that I'm too upset by it; now I've written it it might as well go in.
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Here's hoping that the molestation turns into voluntary mutual seduction VERY fast. (Come on, they've known each other for seven millennia, and cared about each other for most of them. It's about time, honestly.)