IRL, we went to Paris on holidays back in August, and - drumroll! - got engaged! Don't stay tuned for wedding pics in the near future, mind; I've got a PhD to finish first. On that front, I'm very busy - editing chapters of the critical component of my thesis and drafting/redrafting stories for the creative. One year to go - in fact, my submission date is one year yesterday.
In November I'll be running a flash fiction workshop for Chorlton Book Festival for 11-16 year-olds; if you (or your kids) are in that age-group, it's on the afternoon of November 17th. There'll be spaces for up to twenty participants. The programme isn't online yet, but I'll stick up a link as and when.
And - non-writing related - I urge you to check out this blog post and consider donating to a very good cause. A dear friend of a very good friend of mine is terminally ill with bowel cancer and is running six marathons in six months to raise awareness and funds for various cancer charities. I don't know Ben myself, though I know people very close to him, and his story is both heartbreaking and inspiring - and while that sounds cliched, I've rarely some across a real-life case that fits that particular description more aptly than Ben's. He's been blogging about his training, his races and his situation for months, now, and this particular entry really sums it all up. It probably will - and probably should - make you cry.