GONE DADDY GONE
I owe some of you emails. I owe some of you reads of manuscripts--novels, short stories, etc. Some of you I owe other things. None of you are going to get any of them, for the most part, this weekend, alas, and possibly into next week. I'm heavily into writing a new Ambergris story and since I've written no fiction for many months, this is a Very Good Thing since it means I will not go crazy after all and be found muttering to myself in the streets.
So, I'm going silent for awhile. Never fear, Romania Road Trips, Svankmejer searches, and much more is forthcoming on this blog.
And don't forget the Clarion auction.
P.S. I deleted the long-ass questionnaire because no one was responding to it except negatively.
P.P.S. I'm losing out to Starbuck in a Finn poll. Apparently, Jukka tells me, Many are saying you're too "sweet" and "cuddly" and -dare I say it? - "Fluffy!" in order to beat up a starship pilot. Yes, well, Ann says, "this is how you disarm people. You make them think you're sweet and then you go in for the kill. It makes you even more dangerous." Well, perhaps.