Sunday 31 October 2004

…it all ended for me, with writing Blood & Fire. That was Hallowe’en 2001, and an autumn hiatus of frantic writing wherein I wrote much of chapter one (since extended) and the seeds of chapter two. It was the autumn…

Thank thee for those Romanian Joey’s I still had left over from my Hungarian holiday, in my fridge. My house is tucked away at the back end of the road, and Trick or Treatsers don’t usually find me. Tonight, shortly…

Welcome to darkness! Welcome to the winter! May the dark come rising, and the year end…

As the clocks go back, the Guardian travels to Iceland where black winter is celebrated as a season of love, beer and obsessions Patrick Barkham in Reykjavik The Guardian, Saturday 30 October 2004