Day 62. 114 pages, 57,507 words. Another probable flatline and I have nothing to really pre-write. My main concern at this point is that Part Two is boring, but I’m just not sure if that’s because it’s taken so long to get down. I mean, I’m interested in the story, but it may just be a whole lot of waffle to anyone reading. My editors are going to have a job.
Today is Maailma Kylässä day in Helsinki, so we’re going to get out there and get some great food into us and wander the tents in search of enlightenment, and possibly some birthday presents for my family. Next week, I fully intend to get to the damn post office and send my brother’s long-overdue gift, Gabriel’s copy of Deadshepherd, my dad’s birthday present and my nieces’ birthday presents all at the same time. Shit, and I also need to send a copy of Eejit to my man Ollie.
 There’s also another Pie Witch / Jenky’s pop-up but it’s nowhere near the centre of Helsinki so we may not have the energy to make it there based on previous exhausting playground-heavy years’ experience.
 His birthday was at the beginning of February!
 Oh yeah, they finally arrived, but not the ones that apparently went to Ireland. Those are gone. The author bloke wrote back to me but hadn’t received anything yet. CreateSpace, meanwhile, sent me a new pair of copies. So at least those arrived intact.
 His birthday is next Tuesday, actually. At least my mum’s birthday is a month later, and she’ll be here in Finland. That’ll be a time-saver.
 At the moment I have a bag of weird Finnish chewing gum for each of them, because when they were six years old they really liked funny chewing gums and now it’s the only thing I ever remember to get them and whenever I see a funny new flavour I grab a bag for them out of habit, and Mrs. Hatboy says they’re teenagers now and I am officially that out of touch old foreign uncle who sends completely inappropriate presents.
 He composed a lovely little musical piece just for me, so I could use it in a book trailer video for The Final Fall of Man. I still intend to get that shit done, one of these days. I know, I suck.
Yeah, I’ll do all that.