After writing on screen all day I had a night dreaming of texts: word by sentence, in sequence. I've experienced this before after working in an office or on a deadline when the images I'd been staring at would return in my dreams: text, pictures, page layouts, code; in detail and at length, strobing like some bad movie flashback. I suspect this has something to do with the way the brain remembers glowing images. And it gives me pause when considering ebooks and e-readers: do I really want another screen to stare at?
But then I stopped worrying about it. My early short stories are already available on Kindle and soon they will be joined by two new titles. The first will be a revised edition of my second novel Heaven; the second, the short story collection The Man Who Wasn't Feeling Himself featuring new cover art by Ian Dalziel and an appendix about the life and works of Jann Pilka. Publication dates TBC.
I've also been working on two scripts. (I know, I said I wouldn't.) The first is a sequel to the comic strip I did with Jonathan King, City Lights, and the second is based on one of my novels. I was struggling with dialogue for the adaptation before I remembered that I'd already written a whole lot of it for the book. So I used that. It still worked.
People ask why I'm not a better correspondent. It's because I find myself staring at a screen of one sort or another all day. After a while I have to look away.