Varmints, apologies for wireless silence over the past month, I’ve been in the wilds, holed up in the winter cabin, without so much as a cup-on a-string for communication.
But now I’m back, in time for a fine ol’ gathering organised by them folk at BristolCon. On Monday 16th February at 7.30pm, I’m going to be at that notorious watering-hole, The Shakespeare Tavern along with fellow ne’er do well John Hawkes-Reed. I’ll be doing a reading, or a slurring, from NUNSLINGER, depending on when they put me on. I might even read me a deleted scene.
Come along and drink some whiskey. It’s what Monday nights are good for.