It has not been the best of weeks after learning that my day job has been eliminated. But I am not going to moan, though, because a lot of others have come off far worse than I have. I will, at least, get the chance of applying for another job. It will be within a different finance structure but at least it won't involve the two-hundred mile commute that some are looking at right now. But let's just say it's a good way of cultivating ulcers and I could do without the uncertainty.
But good things still happen. This morning Murky Depths dropped onto my doormat. This is issue number 11 –the one with my story, Loose? And what a fine magazine it is. It's glossy and meaty and full of weird and wonderful art work. This is a magazine that didn't flutter down onto the door mat, it dropped onto it with a meaningful thump, and I'm well chuffed to be part of it. The art work for the story is by Caroline Parkinson, and fine job she has done too.
Right now I'm off to pack my bags. We're heading to Oxford for a few days, with a flying visit to London thrown in for good measure.