"THE CRICKETS AND THE RUST BEETLES SCUTTLED AMONG THE NETTLES OF THE SAGE THICKET. "VAMANOS, AMIGOS," HE WHISPERED, AND THREW THE BUSTED LEATHER FLINTCRAW OVER THE LOOSE WEAVE OF THE SADDLECOCK. AND THEY RODE ON IN THE FRISCALATING DUSKLIGHT". Feel like I've been at work forever... next day off is Wednesday. Only got home at midnight and am due back there at 9am this morning. Totally forgot that the clocks went back so here I am with a spare hour... I just registered for National Novel Writing Month, although because I'm in the UK I guess that should read International: So the idea is to start writing the novel this Friday and have it wrapped up before December 1st. Still no idea what it's going to be about but the working title is Widescreen - god I get imaginative first thing in a morning... be thankful it's not called Computer Monitor, Black n White Cat or Sleepy Girlfriend I started working on my piece for Brindled last night - it's got something to do with 'lad culture' and Dr Seuss. Still not finished The Piano Tuner but need to get it reviewed before the end of the month - great read though. What else? We put an offer in on a beautiful flat - a converted warehouse close to London Bridge but it's probably too early to get too excited. We may not even get to move until January. Going to try and see Donnie Darko later today - looking forward to that... Mike is blogging to: Bright Eyes