Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re all good and tired of hearing me say “New book soon. Soon, I promise.”
Believe me, I’m sick of it too. I’m so sick of saying it that I’m going to bag going to Motor City entirely this year just so that I can stay home and work on the book. Man, am I ready for this project to be over.
It’s chugging along, though these last few weeks have been insane. In the last month, I’ve squeezed out another Del Rey site, went to two weddings and a baby shower, work’s gone insane, and I’ve got three library gigs in the next three weeks. The sked’s a little tight, in other words.
I’m thrilled to find out that one upcoming gig has been cancelled (I was essentially doing a three-hour talk for almost no money, and the organization couldn’t be arsed to advertise, so it was cancelled for low signups. Go figure. Not heartbroken.) and another date’s been shifted so that it happens concurrently with an existing drive, so I don’t have to make two four-hour round trips. Yay. Rest assured, dear readers, I’ll be using that time wisely.
Though I’ve only got a few hours each week to work, I’ve got five pages left to tone in the batch of 12 that I started in August. If I can keep knocking out two a week, I’ll be done before the end of the month. That gives me till my self-imposed Thanksgiving deadline to get them all scanned and up into PDF form for my beta readers.
Whew. Believe me when I say I’m not slacking. But also believe me when I say that cramming a comic into the tiny cracks in your life isn’t easy. I’m tryin’, I really am. Nobody wants this new book done sooner than I do.