¦ dialling in from the SKy Bunker ¦
04:01 GMT, Wednesday 9th April 2008. Black outside. Very nearly black inside... just a wee lamp in the corner of the room throwing out a studious light the colour of dried parchment, and of course, the deep red infernal glow of my lava lamp.
Got my first mug of tea next to me. I'm pleased and surprised to be up this early today; yesterday I woke up at 01:49 Hrs. I didn't realise until I'd padded downstairs to put on a brew. Hey-ho, I'm not complaining and I'm getting loads done.
An envelope arrived in yesterday's post. Handwritten address. From New York. I opened it up, hand-written letter and a row of old-fashioned lapel badges sellotaped to the paper. Fiction continues to precede reality. This is the first tangible evidence of my Power of Eight group seeping into existence. The badge contains an iconic symbol of a group that has aligned itself with the fictional philosophy and creed of my Power of Eight.
I speared the front of my satchel with one badge pin, and handed another to Jo...who looked rather mystified but accepted my explanation and motives. Mwahahahaahaaa! *fake evil laugh*
Progress with Edge continues at a pleasing pace. Just about to wrap up Chapter 27. 41,000 words in.
I've noticed a spike in sales of Yellow Dawn. I'm curious to know what's happened out there to draw such interest. All good stuff.
I'm running a mid-week session of Yellow Dawn tonight with the guys: play-testing Shadows of the Quantinex. Tres exciting.
Over & Out.
Djr