I just finished Terry Pratchett's 'Nation', about twenty minute ago. I've been weeping slow and steady tears of joy for about twice that long. It was the most stunningly beautiful piece of writing I've ever had the outright honour to bear witness to.

So I treated my attack of Pratchett's majesty induced girly crying the way any sensible, sane, wannabeauthour Englishman would. I got my ass out of bed, went to make a cup of tea, then came on here and blogged about my new quest. It's epic, so hold your breath;

One day, I am going to be half the writer he is