Tim Lebbon – horror and dark fantasy author

Lovely review here for THE ISLAND.  What?  You haven’t bought it yet?

Went to London yesterday for some meetings.  Met a great producer and chatted about books and movies and stuff, had a lovely time and a fine Thai duck curry.  Oh yes.  Then moved on and caught up with the very splendid Ed Hughes, my UK screen agent.  After that, onwards to the Dog & Duck for a couple of pints with Caspian Dennis, my UK literary agent, where all manner of things were discussed.

On the way back to the Tube station I got soaked to the skin, which wasn’t very nice.  But it did mean that the platform was Wet Tee Shirt World which, in some cases, was quite pleasant.  In some cases, not.

Time for a last pint at Paddington, then a train back home with a dick sitting in front of me who patently did not understand the meaning of Quiet Carriage.

I’ve discovered that I love working on trains.  I took my laptop and wrote 2,000 words on thw way up, and on the way back I sketched the outline of a movie proposal.  No distractions, see.  Apart from Loud Mobile Phone Man, and wet Tee shirts.

It’s a mad time right now with two very pressing deadlines, but I’ll still be blogging here as often as possible.  Please check back …

Returned home today from a quick, exhausting and very enjoyable trip to London.  My wife and I are knackered, and tomorrow it’s the kids’ sports day in school, and then directly aftre that Tracey and the kids are going to Devon for the weekend with a couple of her mates and their children.  I’m staying at home with the dog, mainly to work on an exciting proposal … more of which soon, hopefully.  So yes, it’s like a holiday for me too, I guess … though I’ll miss them all terribly.

Some highlights from London:

Catching up with my good mate Christopher Golden and his lovely family, and Steve Volk and his charming wife Pat, and Guy Adams, and Lee Thompson, and Sally and Paul, and Sarah Pinborough and her phone, and eating quality Italian food.  Beef carpaccio …. oh yes.

Sitting on the balcony of our apartment until one in the morning with Steve and Pat, drinking wine and talking about witches, cats (though unconnected), and idiots.

The London Eye.  It’s big.  Bloody big. I’m sure I could see my house from the top.

Borough Market this morning, where I bought some hot ginger fudge which was, I have to say, one of the finest tasting things I’ve ever tasted (stop snickering at the back).

And finally … bumping into Peter and Anne who I used to work with (when I had a proper job and didn’t scrape my living making up stuff and selling it).

A brilliant trip, and we’re now determined to take the kids to London later in the year.  And oh yeah, over dinner Chris and I mapped out another two trilogies … so that’s the next 6 years sorted.