So I'm sitting here with the printed-out manuscript of Against Gravity sitting on the coffee table next to my foot, done and ready for my agent, the complete sixth draft. I ran it off one of the big photocopiers at work and only realised it hadn't printed the page numbers when I was halfway home. Arse.
Next weekend I'm at the Eastercon down in Blackpool, along with several members and people-associated-with the writer's circle. I may blog from there, I may not. In the meantime, I'm keeping my eyes out for reviews of Angel Stations. So far, I've seen it in 'books received' listings, but nothing else so far.