Me (as if you need to know)

To have a wild stab in the dark, you may at this moment be thinking about cheese. You almost certainly are now. And so I shall reveal an interesting fact relating to two interesting things (i.e: me and cheese):

I hate cheese.

It's not a popular opinion, I know. But am I to be chased to the ends of the earth by slobbering cheese-hounds? I do not believe so.

It's often a problem that people don't understand the difference between a complete lack of interest in a product and an allergy to it. The helpful tits up at wherever the heck science happens have helpfully nommed an allergy to cheese (and relating foods) as an "intolerance", instantaneously making all those with said allergy sound like racist old men.

Anyway, enough about cheese and my ill-founded logic. I'm currently writing my first fully-fledged novel Thyme. Plot synopsis: There's this rich guy. Shit blows up.

Aside from that (and for my adoring fans) I'm writing a short story called Rust, which I assume will come out like any sf story would come out were it written my someone who'd done an incredibly minute amount of research.

No rest for the wicked (or the slaves - sorry guys!), off I go to keep my keyboard warm and frantic. In a bit.