Happy Birthday to Me

In honour of the spammer who hit me yesterday after I visited the Karmafest, and in the spirit of literary narcissism, I have wished myself a Happy Birthday.

I am forty (ish).  I thank yew. 

I could, of course, have had one of my many invisible friends wish me a happy birthday, but I felt that plot device would just be contrived and thus, subsequently interfere with the narrative.

On the old place, I had an alter ego called Renfield, who, as horror buffs know, was Dracula's earthly familiar and valet, transporting his master's coffin from place to place under a veil of protection.

Once, I would have had Renfield wishing me a happy birthday but he's currently nibbling bluebottles in an an asylum just outside Whitley Bay. I miss Renfield. He was a laugh. I might have to spring him.

Spammers: What the f is it with spammers? I actually like spam if its something I can use - like reality fiction novels, Viagra, cheap metal CD's, cheap drugs, cheap booze, cheap fags, cheap silver age comics, racing tips, poker advice, or a nice girl's mobile telephone number - but not what I got yesterday.


Saying that, I met Wendy Steele (writer of Destiny of Angels), Melina and Adam, and that made it worthwhile.


Business. Because of marketing, networking and promotion I've not written anything for three days. Dawn said to me last night that until you become established, you spend more time promoting than anything else and definitely more promoting than writing. I'm going to write 5k today though. 


On the radio tonight at Trent Sound. As everyone reading this will already know that, I'll just record this for posterity. Going to do a short reading from Carla. Very grand. I feel like Martin Amis on the South Bank Show with those minute glasses he props on the end of his nose. Now I have to choose the piece. I'm probably going to read the Kisses sequence. Maybe not though. 


Off topic. Black Caviar runs today at three ish. Royal Ascot. We had the best horse in the world on Tuesday and now the best filly, all the way from Australia. We may have problems in the country, but we are blessed with some of the best horse racing ever.