I’d intended to make daily reports during my week-long trip to the UK as I usually do while traveling, filling you in on my doings at the World Horror Con and the Stokers in Brighton, plus my few days in London after, but this time I failed. Oh, you could have found short bursts of news if you were following me on Twitter or at Facebook, but there were none of my usual meaty write-ups.

Was it that I was having more fun than I normally do? Or that the time difference exhausted me more than usual, leaving nothing left over for blogging? We’ll never know, since now that I’m back in the real world once more there’s no way I’ll be able to catch up here. But I should at least take a moment to say …

Nope, I didn’t win a Stoker this year, my fifth such loss. (I did take the stage to accept Gene O’Neill’s Stoker for Best Collection, though.) But how could I feel sad when the weekend also handed me a prize more important than any award—the publication of What Will Come After, my zombie collection from PS Publishing?

Here I am in the WHC art show, coming face to rotting face with Les Edwards’ original drawing for the cover.

You can find other photos from the weekend over at flickr. I hope that each of those pictures is worth the proverbial thousand words, because now that I’m in the thick of things, that’s all I have the time to share.