AAAANnnnnd it’s a beautiful day for a pre-order. JUST SAYIN’. I’ll get pre-order links up on the sidebar this weekend, and by *I* here we all know I mean Scott, but you could be the SEXIEST pre-order-er of all by intrepidly choosing your OWN venue and making the click-magic happen.
I think you will like this book, if you like my stuff. It is … very close to me. A little too close, maybe? It’s a FUN book, I will say that, in spite of my kind of darkness getting into it, unstoppable, that under-stuff, deadly little secrets getting dug up— you know how I am—- but after pouring what felt like half my blood into writing BACKSEAT SAINTS I needed to ROMP and BE JOYOUS.
This is my JOYOUS ROMP book.
2) My husband LOVES COMIC CON. He has never been, but every year he can’t wait to see all the pictures and videos from it. It is in San Diego and his SISTER lives in San Diego and it is in SUMMER when the kids are not at school, and yet, it has never occurred to him that maybe we should GO…I bet I would get a great blog out of it. The pictures alone! Imagine the resulting VLOG! if I found my FLIP phone video camera thing, which I cannot, because it is currently residing in a secret place I put it to not lose it.
I distinctly remember finding it lying facedown, probably drunk (the camera, not the FINDER), at the bottom of my closet under a heap of dirty laundry and thinking, “I should PUT THIS AWAY SOMEPLACE. I should put it IN A GOOD PLACE FOR IT TO BE.”
So far, evidence leads me to believe I ripped a hole in the fabric of space-time and put it carefully away in a cabinet in another dimension, so UNFINDABLE have I rendered it in my ill conceived notion to be organized. Had I left it ON THE FLOOR OF THE CLOSET UNDER THE LAUNDRY I would know exactly where it was right now, wouldn’t I?
ANSWER: DAMN SKIPPY.
I have learned a valuable lesson from this which is, I should throw all my expensive techno crap into a heap in the middle of the floor, because at least I can find it there later.
This video has some adult language in it, and so does the fantastic blog I found it on, but it captures the comic-connish spirit, though it was shot at the London one. Watching it makes me want to go!
3) In a secretly quasi-related thing, my niece is going with my brother – a hot shot sculptor in the gaming world – to GEN CON. She is gorgeous, leggy, blonde, and 17, and hereby forbidden to wear a chain mail bikini.
4) Lydia Netzer (yes, THAT Lydia, the one over there in the links list, Lydia the space cowgirl, the bold inventor of Braided Honey Loaf, unapologetic scarf-wearer, long-time-ago parking lot creeper, and known genius) said in the comments on the last entry:
First, I can tell that you are in the throes of drafting a novel from the way you are writing blog posts. Especially this one. It’s a GOOD thing, I can hear your novel spilling out.
She says the tone of my blog changes in the weeks when I am blurting out dreadful heaps and piles of tumbled words that, hopefully, ONE DAY, if I can stay off the opium and out of the nervous hospital, will be revised into an actual BOOK. She doesn’t just mean I blog LESS, although, yeah, of course I blog less when the book starts to eat big bites out of my writing brain. She means the blog changes.
I would love to beg to differ, but the thing is, whenever she clocks me on it, SHE IS CORRECT. She will send me a little note that says I CAN TELL FROM THE BLOG YOU ARE DRAFTING, and I will be drafting. Maybe it is TONE? Some manic point in the loon-making draft process? Do you see a difference?
I don’t see it, but I can’t deny that all this week I have been wading hip deep in stinking word piles of my own making. LORD, I hate drafting. The raw material one must generate, the building block of the novel, it is some stinky, pungent, embarrassing stuff.
And yet I am deeply, deeply in love with these people now….which begs the question, why am I SHOOTING at them?
Answer: Because it is fun.
Question for you: can you tell I am drafting? Is the blog different to you, or just the Spidey Senses of my loveyoulongtime Biffle?