Back in the Saddle, and Crooked
Another beautiful weekend here in Baltimore, which means that my laziness quotient was bound to increase at an exponential rate, which means that I spent most of the weekend going to the park, drinking beer, and blowing up a virtual recreation of 1940s Europe online with a band of weirdoes from Scotland with names like AssKillah095. It’s sad, because despite my very full life, I manage to squeeze in more time wasted than a bunch of potheads in a basement with the shades drawn.
It’s bizarre holding an Advance Reader’s Copy in my hand again. It’s a feeling of, “Uh oh, here we go again.” With the ARC of Funny Little Monkey there was an accompanying feeling that anything was possible and that things were about to take off. This time, with Jo-Jo and the Fiendish Lot, that feeling has been supplanted with a combination of anticipation and dread. I guess you could say I’ve been educated. On a side note, I spent a good ten minutes online making the rounds of the Young Adult Lit network I used to surf regularly, updating myself on what’s been going on since my last book. All the stalwarts are there, friends and acquaintances. Mostly it just reveals how much reading I have to do. No more rereading “The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen” or that episode guide to The Simpsons. That’s why I chose to break from my weekend laziness to venture to do one productive thing, and that was to venture to the library and snatch up a stack of middle grade series books, including The Sisters Grimm, Chet Gecko, The Spiderwick Chronicles, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and Chasing Vermeer, to name a few. I guess you could say I’m working on something. Something specific.
I’ve also been kept pretty busy at work, where my compatriots and I have been busily crafting what will most likely be the greatest video game story since…well, since last year’s “Bioshock.” It’s been interesting working with a group of writers as opposed to being in a group of writers. I’m a lot crankier a collaborator than I remembered. They assuage me with coffee and small travel-sized bottles of whiskey, and most of the time I keep the baseball bat in the bottom drawer…most of the time.
Auseon out.
Liz Gallagher Says: e
Hey, I was just thinking about you and the new book. And then you pop up. I guess I knew it was about ARC time. Any chance you’ll be at the VC graduate mini-rez this summer?
I, for one, am very psyched for Jo-Jo.