Bat’s Children: Release Day

Last week Bat’s Children was finally released. I celebrated with a bottle of Old Mout cider and some vegan chocolate, and revelled in the fact that I have no more blog posts to write or proofs to look over. It was also the first day I hadn’t felt like crap in about two weeks, so that was nice, too. I was able to get through a whole film without having to pause it for a coughing fit.

I’m quite nervous and excited about Bat’s Children being out there now, although so far the reviews have been lovely. I love the characters of Bat’s Children, Emyr and Tomi in particular, so I’m looking forward to seeing what people think of them. Okay, so I probably know already that very few people will like Emyr, but he was so much fun to write (let’s not focus on what that might say about me) and I really like difficult characters.

Mostly now I’m tapping out a few ideas for stories, and reading a lot of politics articles because the UK has somehow managed to tangle itself up into a bitch of a knot that’s going to take a very long time to untangle. We now have a brand new unelected Prime Minister who hates the poor, the working classes, immigrants, human rights in general (although she did stop Boris Johnson blasting people with water cannons), who is pro-hunting and shaky at best on gay rights. Fuck equality, amiright?

The Labour Party are being a great big bag of dicks right now, too. I feel like Corbyn is just about the only hope (Help me, Obi Wan Kenobe) left for mainstream politics and the party are trying to kick him out despite members voting him in only, what, nine months ago? If they succeed I’m pretty much giving up on them. Plus Jay and I have realised that our MP (labour) seems to have voted on pretty much nothing since being in office, which… how?

The good thing in the news this week is that there’s an official Evil Tory Party theme tune, courtesy of David Cameron. And… that might well be it. Unless you like sports. Or Pokemon.

After work today I’ll be heading over to my local rodent rescue to pick up some new girls who I’ll be fostering until they find their forever home. I will then have more foster animals than my own. At least this pair won’t cost me a small fortune unlike Mr. Rico, as the rescue pays their vet bills and I’m already well set up for rats.

I also have mice in my wall. They like to scratch out their tunnels right behind my head while I’m watching scary films.

Bat’s Children: Release Day

So Many Protests

What have I been doing lately?


I’ve certainly been writing more. I’ve been playing around with a few different ideas, some old, some new, since finishing my Welsh highwaymen story. I’ve also been catching up with family and friends, doing the whole social thing that I guess I neglected a little in the last few weeks of writing that story.

Mostly I’ve been protesting. I’ve been on three marches in the last two months, protesting the new government’s horrendously anti-social policies. A couple of days ago I was at the massive demo in London, where more than 100,000 people turned out, and in combination with other cities, over a quarter of a million people overall. It was really something. Several different blocks were organised with different starting points. I stuck with the People’s Assembly, but there were blocks for the NHS, for animal rights, for human rights, blocks for the unions and worker’s rights, just about every group that is suffering or going to suffer under this government. After marching two and a half miles, we converged with all the different groups at Parliament Square, where music played and eventually several talks were held by celebrities and politicians. I went by myself, but bumped into a fair few people I knew there. It was a long day. I got up at six to catch the coach at eight, and we left London just after five, arriving home gone eight in the evening. The heating was broken on the top deck of coach, so the journey was pretty awful. We were all sweaty and dehydrated, but it was so worth it. There’s another protest happening in Bristol in a couple of weeks, and I’ll be at that as well. And I’ll probably be at the one after that, too.IMG_0526

It’s summer now, and Bristol is beautiful in the summer. Everything smells like weed and the parks are full of people, music playing, people juggling and slacklining and hulahooping. People spill out of pubs and the streets are full of chatter, beer and smoke. I’ve been living here two years this month, and I’m not bored yet. I think I’ll be here for a few more years yet.

So Many Protests