At the moment I’m doing the prelim work on the next novel, Who is Killing the Great Capes of Heropa?, and I do mean prelim.
About 5,000 words down, but very rough writing and a lot of sussing out to go. Still, it’s coming together surprisingly quickly and I’m really happy with the directions thus far. Looks like being a mixed homage to 1930s/’40s noir and architecture, along with 1960s Marvel comics. Yes, the Capes in the title is slang for superheroes – but not like you think (I hope!). For starters, a majority don’t have capes.
The other day I was interviewed by the great K. A. (Kate) Laity for A Knife and a Quill, a fun Q&A about a whole range of things and I got to waffle on about my favourite novels, preferred movie soundtrack composers, and manual typewriters thrown out of windows – plus there’s a silly picture of me and a beer. The beer looks superb; I’m just the innocuous background pedestal.
This morning I woke up to a bloody brilliant review of Tobacco-Stained Mountain Goat, this time by Karen Chisholm over at the Aust Crime Fiction site, and I can’t thank her enough. It’s moments like these that make the infectious, time-consuming writing bug worthwhile.
Anyway, that’s all the faux literary news for now. I always feel weird raving on about my own stuff. It’s time to stop being self-indulgent, and go hang out with my daughter.