So - the end of January already. Doesn`t time fly when you`re having a wild old time of it?
Well, not really. Managed to get my tax return plus payment into the tax office in Glasgow city centre, a not particularly enjoyable experience overall, seeing as how the Inland Revenue in its infinite wisdom decided to change the way thing were done. Just as I was getting a handle on this self-employed tax lark. Seems a bit strange though - I was told that only the tax return form could be accepted, with no accompanying documentation (while I thought that some additional info would help the IR to understand my figures); at one point my vigorous dialogue with the gatekeeping official threatened to break down into a shouting match so I gritted my teeth and made nice.

Meanwhile, back in the wacky world of the Interweb I couldn`t help but notice that the rules of SFX Magazine`s short story competition were arousing some ire, with the result that said rules were altered in accordance with the principles of enlightened scriveners everywhere! Hoorah!
So the new year beckons and my mind doth frothily brim over with ideas and concepts for novels, duologies, trilogies, plays, movies and sundry other entertainments, all of it waiting for the joyful attention of some editor out there in Editorland.

Which is a whimsical way of saying `Will write for food!`

I await the call!

;-)