"Men believe what they want."
You may have noticed I've been out of the blogging biz for nigh unto two weeks -- been busy.
ComicCon San Diego: A one-day adventure at 'the Nerd Prom,' as it is known; mostly I hung around with the great Kirk Thatcher, who directed the Muppet version of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody currently viral on the interworld, and got to meet all kinds of excellent folks, artists and writers alike. Brian Froud is at least 50% hobbit.
Saw my editor, who was working the Simon & Schuster table there; I handed out some Rise Again bound galleys to deserving folks and zombie fans. Got to meet the gang of maniacs that are reviving Famous Monsters of Filmland, Forrest J. Ackerman's old rag. What an admirable labor of love that is.
My editor has agreed in principle to let me execute the cover art for the book, but we shall see. The mechanicals were supposed to be finished today or yesterday, so he may have run the clock out on me. I am a doubting type of guy these days.
The rest of what I've been doing is just typical American life in the End Times -- we spend our days in haste because they go by so quickly.
Here's news of another kind: my friend Jim is almost done with the first draft of his novel. He adopted the "write like a bat out of hell" approach, and I couldn't be happier that he's made such mighty progress. It's so much easier to rewrite than to stare at that empty page. For here forward, Jim, it's a piece of cake. Flaming barbwire guano cake, but still -- cake.
But don't go around thinking I don't have some pedantic monologues waiting in the wings. Yes, soon there shall be more about writing on here.
Got to go -- my French Bulldog just farted and I can't stay here.
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