Yes, the news at the middle of the month is that I don't have much news. However, I'm off to Malta tomorrow (for more retrospective novel research, you understand) and I fear I'm not likely to find time to be writing any blog posts while I'm there, so I figured I should stop by here to set down just how little I have to talk about right now.
Well, perhaps that's not entirely true ... it's just that a lot of things are in progress and nothing is quite there yet. I'm most of the way through my first standalone graphic novel script, the long-gestating C21st Gods, and enjoying the change of direction; Prince Thief is with its copy editor, and I just finished my own final check-through; and Bob and I are putting the last touches to the trade of Endangered Weapon B, ready for it's July release, while - touch wood! - one of my all-time favourite comic creators is in the process of writing us a glowing introduction.
I suppose, then, that finishing off two books while writing a third can't really be described as nothing happening. Still, in comparison to recent months, I've been taking it relatively easy all told. What a shame then that all that peace and quiet's going to be interrupted by the hardships of an exhausting retrospective research trip in the punishing Mediterranean heat.
No, don't pity me gentle reader! It wouldn't be art if I didn't suffer horribly for it.
Well, perhaps that's not entirely true ... it's just that a lot of things are in progress and nothing is quite there yet. I'm most of the way through my first standalone graphic novel script, the long-gestating C21st Gods, and enjoying the change of direction; Prince Thief is with its copy editor, and I just finished my own final check-through; and Bob and I are putting the last touches to the trade of Endangered Weapon B, ready for it's July release, while - touch wood! - one of my all-time favourite comic creators is in the process of writing us a glowing introduction.
I suppose, then, that finishing off two books while writing a third can't really be described as nothing happening. Still, in comparison to recent months, I've been taking it relatively easy all told. What a shame then that all that peace and quiet's going to be interrupted by the hardships of an exhausting retrospective research trip in the punishing Mediterranean heat.
No, don't pity me gentle reader! It wouldn't be art if I didn't suffer horribly for it.