Well, it's official. The crush I had on Christina Ricci has been tainted forever. Tried to watch Friends last night, but found myself sitting there thinking "ex-wife's future sister-in-law" over and over.

What a sad little man I've become...

Then there was workshop. Ultimately positive, although the knee jerk reaction by the queen bee was that she hated what I had brought in. Ok, I went for a new approach to the prologue for my book, cribbed stylistically from Survivor by Chuck Palaniuk, and I knew it didn't fit the piece but I had to try it. Good news is that there's a lot of good stuff behind the "Imagine you are ______" stuff I wrote to make an AMAZING opening scene. I'm excited about putting that together, though, and ultimately it was good feedback, steeped in some amusing vehemence.

So tonight.. free comics to pick up, a visit to F&B, a visit to the comic shop as well, and perhaps some Constantine, which I just found out there is also a video game for.. hmmmm....

Ok, let's try to get my patron hunt started, shall we?

Who wants to put me in an anthology they are throwing together? I'm pretty diverse in a lot of genre/styles so feel free to contact me with any offers.

I can be any of these:
Lovecraftian
William Gibsonian
Douglas Couplandian
King and Koontzian
Barkerian

Tell me your needs and I'll give you all the delicious literary filler that you want.

I'm going to become a writing prostitute. Or is that redundant?