The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon

The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon
Shortlisted for The Terry Pratchett Anywhere But Here, Anywhen But Now First Novel Prize

Sunday 30 December 2012

2012 End of the Year.

And here we are.  2012 is drawing to a close.

It was a good year.  Most of it was preoccupied with building this:



Here's what it looks like today:















And inside it is a place where I can get work done:







My coffee service centre - essential fuel station for the ambitious writer.












And the desk.  Lots has been happening here lately.




And, of course, The Thinking Couch.  No writing office is complete without one of these.



I call it my office, but really it belongs to Willow.  The in-floor heating transports her to heaven as soon as we come out here each morning.

It has been a productive space -


These are just some of the short stories I've written this year.  But here's the biggie:















That's Herne.   Finished, edited and sent off yesterday.  This novel, like The Platinum Ticket, is being entered into the Terry Pratchett Anywhere But Here, Anywhen But Now First Novel Prize.

What else?  What else?   Oh...I helped out the local library and the big guy himself just before Christmas:


As always, it was a joy and honour.

Willow celebrated her 11th birthday at the beginning of the month.  She's lovely and wonderful.  Here's a picture from this morning's walk:


We had another birthday - my daughter's and it was a significant one.  No - not a teenager yet - that's next year.  Here in Ontario, when you turn 12 you need not sit in the back seat of a car anymore.  That's right:


SHOTGUN!


She looks pretty pleased about it.

I even had an excuse to make a Red Velvet Cake:

It spent just a minute or two too long in the oven.  Slightly dry but delicious.

Speaking of delicious, this Christmas we went with Cornish hens:

Stellar meal courtesy of my wife.

And here's my Christmas present.  Books are always under the tree in this house and always will be.  Here's the treasure I unwrapped on Christmas morning:



Now that's something to keep me busy until the New Year....