I have another task at hand - it's work, but the kind I thrive on. Wrote a note to Mike Moorcock, and for the first time in a year get a auto-response basically saying bugger off, I'm working. This has been a bit! Mike works in tremendous bursts, totally focused, with out sleep or much food - but with tea and cats. This can go on for days or a week, and then he's a total fucking mess, depressed, tired, angry, never wants anything to do with reading or writing again. Dreamthief's Daughter and Metatemporal Detective were ... memorable. But the great news, likely a new novel giving birth right now!