Posted on June 12, 2015
How much fun do you think it would be to read the same book over and over again for six months? A lot of fun or just a whole bunch of fun? If you chose either of those options, you probably have a repetitive action disorder and should see a mental health professional immediately.
Welcome to the process of rewriting or, as I like to call it, polish drafts. Not Polish drafts because that would be fun. Them folks make some pretty good Pilsners. No, I’m just taking a moment out to complain about the process of getting a manuscript ready for the editor.
And then, when the editor is done with it, guess what I get to do. Go ahead, guess. I’ll wait.
Disney World? No, muttonchops, I have to read it again so I can get it ready for publishing.
And the weird thing is that when, sometime in the future, someone quotes the book back to me, I will very often not recognize the line they’re quoting because by that time I have put the book out of my mind like a bad dream about spiders having sex with vampire squids.
Dibs on the SyFy movie pitch.
Anyway, I’m almost done with the final pass of Arc of Destruction which means I’m just about ready to send it out to be edited which means I’m probably a month or so away from putting it out there for you to read.
Right after I get off the phone with whoever is doing development at SyFy these days.
Binge watched this Netflix original a few days ago and, man, this was so much more satisfying than Agents of Shield or Agent Carter (although I liked that one a bit). They just nailed it.
There was even (I’m pretty sure) one subtle call-out to the hallway hammer fight in Old Boy.
Can’t wait to see the Punisher in season 2.
Everybody needs a good red sauce place. Yes, if I’m going out for something exquisite, I’m off to Andiamo. Or if I want something esoteric, you’ll find me at Sienna. But if I just want to drop into… Read More
I feel like corporations have stopped looking at us like consumers and see us now more as cancer incubators. It’s like they have all this extra cancer lying around in warehouses and on huge container ships and they just don’t know what to do with it.
Then they look at us and they see… well, baby birds with their mouths wide open and then, right away, it’s: You get a tumor! And you get a tumor! Everybody gets a tumor!