LOUD NOISES

I am on the bus and there's noise. It's coming from my headphones, playing Devin Townsend Vampira - in order to block out screaming children at the front of the bus. Whatevs, DT is way cooler than you and your bus antics, but apparently not loud enough.

Story of Us is available as a Kindle Comic now - it's due to go up free in the run up to the Cardiff Comic Con, and I believe one of my books is free today with the other following suit soon after. 

I don't have much left to plan for the con now, other than making sure I remember I am not in work Friday for the set up nor Monday for the recovery process! Hoping to see lots of people there and potentially steal signatures of real famous people too.

Just over one week

There's only eight days to go until the Cardiff Comic Con! Ahhh! I have things planned for it - all my books are bought and have arrived or are on their way and there should be a few prizes for the tombola. 

I have to be there pretty early on Saturday and Sunday so it's lucky I've got Monday off as it will be a very long weekend for me! Waaah I can't believe it's come around so fast already!

On a lighter note, I made Cage-Cakes today!

GEORGE GOD GEORGE

I'm presently watching Mega Shark in Malibu. George is going to open the gate, and Brian is going to distract the shark with his supple flesh (because his loved one died). HE'S A TRUE (AUSTRALIAN?) HERO.

Anyways ... that aside, I think I may have finished the Averan teaser. I was told it should be a part of the book that's actiony

(Seriously why isn't Brian dead ye .... OH THERE HE GOES)

Shit George is dead too, when the fuck? I liked his beard. He was more hillbilly looking than the guy in Swamp Shark and a better actor too.

The teaser is done, I hope, and its fairly actiony - it takes place during Em's time in actual Averan, a creepy part where there's dead stuff. A bird too.

AAAAAAA THE SHARKS ARE COMING, THEY'RE SMASHING AND STUFF

Its cool, the blonde women and her ex are totes going to get back together, which sucks to be her present boyfriend. Or they'll die together in that waterlogged car. And seriously, the amount of time they spent filming the girl screaming whilst getting stitches was unnerving. So many couples have died too.

I'm going to try to figure out how to do the teaser - I could have put it in with stuff, or maybe I can put it in with purchases - free in fact. WHO KNOWS? NOT ME!

Here's a little something I drew when the power was out in work.

OH NOES COLIN splooooosh into the water

Three weeks isn't that long

Three weeks until the Cardiff Comic Con, and I'm like WHAT. I mean seriously, its three weeks - I get paid in the middle of these three weeks, but not as much as usual because I went on holiday to Germany, but still STILL three weeks isn't really that far away.

I just ordered more copies of The Story of Us because I'm worried I won't have enough. See now, the Con will be cancelled and I'll be peddling them on street corners for £1m per copy.

I also found this random site called WhoSay. I signed up, followed James Franco and quickly wondered why the fuck I was bothering because I barely look at Twitter properly in the space of a month without getting bored.

I then noticed that my feed was completely full of James Franco's posts - completely full, everything he'd ever posted - some cool pictures of a bathroom done up to look like a crime scene and some other stuff. But it made me look like an obsessed stalker, because his photos were all that filled my feed, whereas on a site like Facebook I'll have loads of posts by lots of different people and I have no interest in the vast majority of them, because a bird just flew past my window.

Anyways, stalker vision off, here's a something or other.

That's a drawing what I did of a bloke and his magnificent beard who works in my office on the day the PCs all broke at once and we were left sitting around for hours with nothing to do waiting for them to be fixed (they weren't fixed and they had to send us home). As a miserable clown. He's sad because his flower is sad.

Wuh

Its about three weeks until the Cardiff Comic Con. I am currently working on previews for Ashes of Averan, although I'm not sure how I'm going to do that still which is infuriating. I want to give them away free, but my paranoia is probably what's the issue right now.

So I had a weird dream last night; Id drunk some orange squash before bed then this is what I experienced in dream town:

I dreamt that I was doing something, something like WORKING FOR VOLDEMORT because I was dating him or something. He was doing evil things, and we were cool and evil together. Can't get much cooler than Ralph Fiennes, really. Anyhow, so I was out doing evil shit or something and picking up stuff in a building, then I needed to be able to fly.

No worries, because my co-worker Stacey was on hand to help me out - she tied dead pigeons to my arms and told me it would work. I asked her why they weren't living pigeons, and she made a comment about how hard it would be to tie dead pigeons to my arms. I understood this, and it didn't work. Obviously.

So then I was sitting with some people, and someone from Facebook I didn't want to see (I don't know who) was coming to see me, having previously told me how brilliant they thought I was. There was a get together I think and barely anyone had come, so it was cancelled.

So I was talking to this person waiting for the Facebook guy, and I said "he likes Iron Maiden. I despise Iron Maiden."

I turned and the Facebook guy was there and pretty bummed that I hated Iron Maiden with a passion that seemed to be hotter than the sun, and I told him to tell this other Facebook guy not to come because it was cancelled.

Then I believe I woke up deeply confused. I don't hate Iron Maiden. I don't really like them, but really - I said I despised them! :|

Anyways, all this considered I came up with a fancy pants new character. Presenting:

I'm probably going to call him the Vampire King, and he's a pretty cool guy. He currently looks a bit like Voldemort with a nose, but I still like him.

BACK TO WORK, HARDING-ROBERTS