Saturday, August 28, 2010

SHAKY DISPATCH FROM AN APOCALYPTIC AUGUST

I haven't gotten much blogging done this month. That's because too much is happening. I'm overwhelmed while all kinds of apocalyptic events explode around me. I haven't had to deal with massive oil leaks, floods, or decapitations, but my dayjob at the Bookstore of Doom, the disintegration of publishing as we know it, and cars going dead in the Arizona heat, have disrupted my sleep-cycle and left me with little time to write and draw and all that nice stuff.

And the really bizarre thing is, the other half of my problem is that opportunities for writing are coming at me like piranha to fresh meat. Yeah, I know a lot of you wish you had those kind of problems, but what it comes down to is how many hours are there in a day, and how much energy I have to get it all done. After all I'm not a young and crazy as I used to be.

At least, I'm not as young as I used to be.

Still, I can't help it, I trudge on.

So keep checking in here, in between getting several short stories ready to appear in various venues, I'll be reporting about things fantastico and futuristrico, and/or Arizona for La Bloga (I'll link 'em directly into Mondo Ernesto), and continuing with usual explorations of whateverthehell weirdness catches my fancy.

Now, I guess I better get back to work . . .

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