Just spent a couple of days climbing here – my first outing on real rock for about four months, my first bout of serious climbing indoors or out for at least three. At my age you pay a price for that – I am sunburnt, tender at the fingertips and toes, a mass of tightly aching muscles and minor cuts and bruises, and it feels fucking great!!! Never realised just how much I missed those small, judicious doses of pain and being scared shitless.
Also feeling great about:
1) Pete Holmstrom of the Dandy Warhols got in touch and asked if I’d like to reprise my fictional biogs for the band on their new album, This Machine, which comes out next month. Slightly trickier work for me this time around, since there was no SF theme to the new stuff. But working off one of the stand-out tracks from the album, some fresh publicity shots of the band, and chasing my recent penchant for Implication rather than Spell Out, I came up with this. Enjoy.
2) The Cold Commands gets nominated for yet another award it cannot possibly hope to win – but please vote anyway
3) Y’know, the whole fatherhood thing – just gets deeper, more intense, more wonderful with every passing week. Getting back into Ringil Eskiath’s grim, murderous shoes is harder work these days, definitely……..