And Spooky and I are sitting here talking about how much And Also the Trees' vocalist Simon Huw Jones sounds like Nick Cave, or vice versa. Who influenced who, or did anyone influence anyone. Mimicry vs. happenstance.
Yesterday, I added a ninth page to the thirteenth and final part of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales. The story now closes more eloquently, much better paced. Several crucial beats were missing at only eight pages. Regardless, it's done. I'll be writing no more Dancy for a long, long time. If ever. There are things we truly do have to put behind us. My thanks to everyone who supported the comic; it was a ride.
There was a guy attended my Necronomicon reading who very, very much wanted me to write more stuff with the Benefit Street ghouls and Madam Terpsichore and etc. And I told him that I was pretty sure that set of characters (Silk – Daughter of Hounds) was behind me. I'm always taken off guard when it upsets readers when I say, "I'm done with that. I'm moved on to other things, and I can't imagine I'll go back." Obviously, I'm flattered, but...it's complicated. Anyway, Cherry Bomb is, on the one hand, a novel about ghouls. But on the other hand, it isn't a novel about those ghouls in that world.
I have an appointment with my doctor at one, so I should get myself together. Finish this Red Bull. Find my shoes.
This Rose Will Never Die,