Just came back and read the final line of my last post… What in the world? Why don’t you people tell me when I don’t make a lick of sense? That wasn’t right. I think I was saying something about preserving the hope that edgy books will become safer publishing bets…oh, Max Perkins. Where have you gone?
Let that be a lesson to you: don’t blog drunk.
Any-wa-hey, looks like the endless summer is drawing to a close. Tans fading. Vacations spent. Time to get back under the bricks. I’m really starting to think the worst thing about publishing is coming back after a vacation. No matter what, those books are still coming. At any other time, that’s a very nice thing. But just at this moment, I’d gratefully give Hillary my vote to stall the things a good 3 weeks.
I’m also still working on that old manuscript I keep inwardly moaning about. Haven’t visited a single blog in about a month, so I don’t know what anyone’s talking about (which, with my last post, means we’re even). And to top it all, some commies are using animatronic bands to lead worship! Can the apocalypse be far behind?
At any rate, I’ve got some fresh, inspiring interviews for you from some writerly folks you should get to know better. So hang in with me while I try to regroup here. I promise I’ll come back soon. While you’re waiting you might try out the new Random Title Generator down there. Also, not that you have time for it, but I’m finding stumbling is pretty fun if you haven’t tried that yet.