The box of signature sheets for Smoke and Mirrors probably contains 600 pages, covering the numbered and lettered editions. I thought I’d punch through a few this evening, but found myself on a roll and burned through the whole stack.
My son watched me work for a few minutes, then said “That looks boring.”
I told him it comes with the job.
He asked “Will I have to do that when I’m older?”
If you’re a writer, maybe.
“That’s going to take you all night!”
I pulled out the other three stacks. His eyes bugged out. No, I said, just a couple hours.
About two, actually, with a break to get the kids into their baths before the Wife took over. I don’t mind it. It’s repetitive, sure, but to me it means I’m working. That I’ve got something coming out again soon. It will probably be a while yet, as the sheets need to go out to those other names, but soon enough.
And talk about names! There’s a ton of talent on that page, and I’m looking forward to reading their scripts and learning a few things. I’ve written comic book and graphic novel scripts, of course, but only dabbled with screenplays. It’s a fun format to play with.
But, now that the signing’s done, it’s back to the prose world. I’m going to grab a cigar and see if I can’t get some real work taken care of.