Back In Black

Over a month, and I finally discover - thanks to a fellow boarder - that some fool in the neighbourhood hasn't secured his wireless network, which means I am filching someone else's Internet Access. I may have had to re-arrange the furniture in my room, as well as elevate my computer atop an awkward plastic stand meant for storing magazines and miscellaneous papers to be at window-level, not to mention type standing up, but I'm back again.

Aside from sleeping, eating and working, I've kept busy reading a select of masterful contemporary novelists - mostly what I would call Supernatural Horror - over the last month: Peter Straub's lost boy lost girl, Bentley Little's Dispatch and Return, Graham Masterton's Spirit, David Morrell's Creepers and M. John Harrison's Light. Yesterday, I started reading Dean Koontz's Mr. Murder. Perhaps I'll post some of my thoughts on Mr. Koontz - having read one of his other novels: Watchers, already.