It’s taken me till now to recover from the New Year party I went to, OK?
Very few people are immune to the idea of a new year’s new start; self-improvement; change and all the rest of it. I have no fondness for self-denial, so chose, decades ago, never to indulge in resolutions that involve giving stuff up and boring on about my new purity. The sort of good intentions I prefer are ones that are going to be enjoyable, such as writing loads more and getting it all out there. Whether or not I go back and dream up further adventures for my mucky Morris dancers remains to be seen, but the next major project is going be an anthology of stories, mostly by other people, with a folk-music theme.
Naturally, all those of you reading this are more than welcome to check out the submission guidelines and send me something.
I’m also hoping to do bigger and better things with Dirty Sexy Words: the next one will be happening at the end of February (yes, just after That Film comes out.) Whether the film release will boost the erotic fiction market the way the book did remains to be seen. Times are hard all round, in the world of erotica as much as anywhere else, but perhaps another resurgence is on the way.
And let’s not forget that this summer might actually see us collectively getting rid of the dish-faced loon and his gang of public school psychos, which should bring about a few more improvements.
Happy New Year.