My brain was so excited about starting a new Otters In Space novel that I couldn’t sleep and thumb-typed a whole bunch on my phone in bed, and when I did fall asleep, I kept writing all night; unfortunately my devices are notoriously bad at recording words I write in my dreams.
Alright, so I’m only ten minutes or so into Good Omens, but it’s hard not to feel like Michael Sheen and David Tennant have been cast backwards.
I’m figuring out a character for Otters In Space 4, and it forces me to ask the heretical question: what is the worst dog?