For all practical purposes, anyway.
The Wife will be taking the rugrats out of town, leaving me with an empty house. I’ve got a poker game Friday night, karate Saturday morning, and then I write. If I get bothered at home, I will pack up the laptop, jump on the bike, and ride out to somewhere quiet. If my phone keeps ringing, I’ll simply “forget” it somewhere.
Because I really, really need to get some writing work done this weekend.
I received a flurry of emails last week from a publisher I’m working with, and things are moving along. It’s nothing I can announce yet, but I can tell you that if things pan out, both my comic and my prose fans will be pleased. I’ve only today caught up with all of that email, and I’m on to artist searches.
(That said, if you’re a sequential artist or know one, feel free to point me to a gallery.)
It’s going to take some hustle. Again, nothing solid yet, but I can tell you I have no intention of wandering Wizard World Chicago aimlessly next year. I want to be planted behind a table or booth and shoving product into folks’ hands. There’s a good chance that will happen.
Assuming I can cease to exist long enough to make it happen.