I would love to write a full post about the amazing Getting Published event on Saturday.
I'd like to give you details on how doing 19 back-to-back Book Doctor sessions was intense but very rewarding.
I wish I had the time and space to tell you what an indispensable tool this book by Harry Bingham is - the writer's bible without doubt.
I would include links to Twitter, to Writers' Workshop, to Wordcloud ...
Then I'd say that I hope to see you tonight at the Story of London event at Victoria Library where I'm reading from my short story in 33.
Sadly, I can do none of the above. On Thurs evening we came home to find our home being burgled by 5 guys.
It could have been much worse. Most of the stuff was piled up and ready to go. If we'd been a few mins later ...
And, most importantly, even though they utterly trashed our home, no one was physically hurt.
The point I'm getting to here is that my biggest panic was that my laptop was missing. It's ancient and the letters have rubbed off the keys, but it's worth more to me personally than all the other stuff put together.
I found it on the balcony the following morning. The hard drive was lying separately and the cable and charger were gone. I'm trying to sort all this out, while still needing to carry on with my usual essential workload. Meanwhile, I can't get an internet connection on it, so can't get into Outlook to access my emails.
If you need to contact me electronically, you will have to do it via comments here or via Facebook for the ttime being.
Normal service will be ... etc ... etc