Today is Black Friday and, like most other things, I can see this horrifying idea coming to the UK. Americans are expected to spend eight billion dollars today. Stores have been open all night, long, long queues are everywhere and chaos reigns. It sounds like the stuff of nightmares to me. There are some great photos here.
I hate shopping. I like buying things, but I hate shopping (if you know what I mean). There are lots of things I want, like the new MacBook, but I like to do my shopping from home with a glass of wine to hand. But Black Friday is coming to the UK, folks. Amazon, Curry's, Comet, Apple (oh dear) are all offering us Brits some great bargains.
I gather it's called Black Friday because it signified the day stores' profits when out of the red and into the black.
Belated Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers, by the way. I spent all of yesterday craving turkey. Really. I could have killed for a wonderful turkey lunch. Instead, I slaved away at my desk.
I also signed two contracts. Yippee. One is for a novella that I'm currently writing. Or trying to. It's a bit like pulling teeth at the moment. Assuming I finish it, DEAD CALM will feature private investigator Dylan Scott and will be published in June. The other is a full-length Dylan Scott story that will, hopefully, be published late 2012. The working title I came up with for that one is so awful that I refuse to commit it to the page. So two contracts - yippee! - and two deadlines - yikes! I'd better go away and write.
Happy Black Friday if it's your thing. And have a great weekend!