I'm laid up with a flu-type thing, no voice at all but much wooziness, which means, to my immense sadness and frustration, I won't be chairing the session on short stories at the Cambridge WordFest tomorrow with Vanessa Gebbie and Andre Mangeot. Dammit. If you are near there, tickets are going fast, it'll be great!
To cheer me up, today witnesses a first for me: two stories published in one day: In triplicate in Metazen and Tiny Unborn Fish in the science-themed issue of Litro. Very nice news, both are fantastic publications I've had the honour of being published in before, do support them. Litro is also a print publication, "100,000 copies are distributed monthly around London and the UK, including in underground stations, libraries, galleries, bars and cafes, as well as online."
I am now going to spend a quiet weekend reading. I just devoured the new Fred Vargas book, An Uncertain Place, totally wonderful. And new books by writer friends recently received include Melissa Lee-Houghton's A Body Made of You and Meg Pokrass' Damn Sure Right. I can't see the carpet around my bed, it is heaving with books... as it should be. Nice.