Okay, so Halloween didn't go quite without a hitch but then I didn't expect it to and my other hand should be fine pretty soon.
In the vaguest chance that I'm the only person in the world who ever tried, don't try to lift a two hundred pound motorbike off your foot, when it a: raining, and B: when it's really, really hot, and C: when you're on the side of a road upon which five hundred cars per minute are passing at near supersonic speed.
In a week when I couldn't write, I decided that Old Geezers 2 was in fact going to be Old Geezers 3, then after I'd begun to arrange it and done an amazing load of work given my digital impairment, suddenly realised that I couldn't without trashing the thread of the whole series. Also, the paradox (you know how I love paradoxes) would have been completely snaffued, and I've been working on that for over two years so it's back to plan A. Thank goodness for quantum time-lines.
I should be finished with the latest edit of Book of Pain tomorrow so then it's back to edit four of Kongomato 2. Back to gore and blood and guts - lovely. Just like my own life, really but without the pleasure.
Been doing more painting again on my tablet. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I spent months learning all about perspective but seem to have forgotten all of it in this one. So tomorrow I'll give the art world a break and get back to writing. I'll also have a photo of my offspring's new kitten tomorrow. It weighs all of five ounces but has the attitude of a rabid fox.