post-smut trauma

So my smut reading last Wednesday went well! Ben Judge's dolphin/lemur sex story did, however, make my baby cry - but at least we'll know exactly where her future psychological traumas originated, which should save us plenty on therapists' bills. Also: Socrates' story had an anus in it and one audience member left in protest. Brilliant.

Next: all of you should click here to read, 'In The Bush', an excellent story by Emma Martin, a very talented member of my online writing group. Best thing you'll read all day - promise.

Who entered the Myslexia novel competition? I didn't, what with the novel being in a massive state of unreadiness, but I'll be interested to see who wins. Another thing I didn't enter was the Harry Bowling first chapter prize, because, like the gold-plated fool I am, I left it till the last minute and didn't realise it was postal entry.

We went to the Book Barge on Saturday - it's moored in Manchester's Castle Quay until tomorrow and it's well worth a visit. They trade as well as sell, so you can bring along your own books and see if they'll do a swap - they'll also swap books for food and stuff, too, so get your bartery head on. There was a free acoustic gig on while we were there, too, AND it was a million degrees hot outside, so it was all remarkably summery for early October. Lovely!

That's about it. I haven't crashed the car yet. Seren's trying to eat Andy's laptop and I think she's got my speaker cable in her mouth. Ta ra.

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