What could be nicer than lying out on the lawn with Greg Egan's Quarantine or Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic on a sunny Sunday afternoon?
One of the pleasures of being a reviewer is that when the summer months come along, you can take your book outside with clear conscience, and work as you sunbathe (or sit under the tree, if you're one of those people that prefers not having wrinkles into your 80s to Vitamin A deficiency).
Books like Greg Egan's Quarantine --to be reviewed in Strange Horizons soon-- and Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic become so much more appealing when you're having to read them with sunglasses to shield your eyes.
OK, gloat over. Sorry about that -- not.
My friend Chris was commenting that a writer's life doesn't sound bad, and he's right. Certainly Kate has observed that I've never been so happy as I have the last year.
A big welcome to anyone who's come over from MySpace, by the way. This will become my default blog from now on, rather than over there. It'll be a little more focussed on books than the MySpace blog, but Chloe and Alice and --of course-- Keynsham will still get a mention from time to time. I'll also be posting more frequently than I was over there.
Until next time.
Abyssinia
Colin
