Couple months back, my back went out, I decided I did not prefer my back going out—weird, I know—so . . . figured why not do a plank or two? Starting out, thirty seconds was a push. But, now, things are getting better. Or, worse? That last minute’s never easy. Not sure I want to […]
just some skeets (“posts,” what? maybe I’m not current) from BlueSky I thought hilarious, or true, or both (related: I’m definitely not current).
Stuff I dug. Probably leaning more science than not? But the mystery about jacket buttons is in here as well. I’ve never understood that, until now.
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ROTE EP by The Sulac System (read a lot of books as well, but they don’t even have covers yet, I don’t think. and, have been rereading the whole Sin City series, too)
few things I thought sort of funny and save-able, from BlueSky, the only place I am—except for here. And, you know: life, the world. “Colorado,” I guess, sometimes. Less often than I want, really.
Well, two weeks cut by three or four days of driving and a couple book events, but: done with the first draft of the scripts for the comic project I can’t yet talk about, as it’s being announced [also redacted . . .]. Five issues, though. About two-hundred pages? But, am doing a new thing—well,
Got to thinking what are the main ones for me, these past fifty-four years. It’s these twelve:
My last event there was last night. Good time. Read a new story. Well, read a few new stories, actually. Can’t seem to stop writing new stories.
I always think it’s the coolest, walking by an airport bookstore and seeing my books there. But having nearly a WHOLE SHELF at B&N is pretty great, too. And, they said that before they put that shelf-talker up and sold through their Chainsaws this weekend, it was the whole shelf. Anyway: “Oh, the places you’ll
Starts in the hotel bar before the ceremony, with great friends (all of us finalists, even): So many photos/selfies from the reception after the ceremony, too, but . . . who knows where they all are. Not me. Anyway, next day was some three hours of signing: And the panel, which had . . .
some few articles and news bits &etc I enjoyed, am caching here like an alligator stashes its kills under a log in the pond, to gnaw on later.
Quite kind of him. Back when—like, way back when, 02 maybe, but could have been up to 05, I guess—he moderated a panel I did at Texas Book Festival. Something about “violence.” Cool dude, good writer. When my son was reading the Percy Jacksons, I read them with him, and then of course I watched
Forgot I was stashing these—let them build up too long. Not comprehensive (never comprehensive . . .), but . . . here’s some, anyway?
It’s very much worth checking out. As in its monstrous, huge, ginormous—five halls of stuff, as opposed to the single hall most American cons seem to take place in. Fun place to get lost in. And, fun crowd to try to navigate to your panel / interview / whatever, when you’re a “leave forty-five seconds
