Today has already involved a nearby balloon landing - which actually looked like it was going to be in our backyard, and which freaked out the dogs mightily - a coffee - which even with the 15% surcharge seemed remarkably expensive - a perusal of the paper, and five hundred words of a scene that ends with a hand gripping my protagonist's shoulder*.
So fairly productive, so far.
*I'm putting my character through hell in this story, and am finding it painful to write, as I'm prodding a few obssessive sore points of my own. Hopefully there's a few laughs in there too.
SF writer and Silent Motion Picture Actor, Trent Jamieson should be 106 years old, but is only 36 on account of TEMPORAL RADIATION.
He lives in Brisbane with his wife, Diana.
He is currently writing a series of novels called Death Works, due to be published by Orbit in 2010-2011.
They're about Death.
He can be contacted at teacupthrenody at gmail dot com