The reading begins at 7 p.m., and I expect to read second. I'll have 25 minutes, and I'll be reading from "Interstate Love Song (Murder Ballad No. 8)." The title is all the trigger warning you get. This will probably be my last public appearance in the northeast for a long time. I'll sign any book you bring, no limits. Unless I've been blown away to Oz, in which case you're shit out of luck.
And here it is St. Patrick's Day, so "Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit!" And the video I have to post every year:
Also, another annual tradition, "Why There Are No Snakes In Ireland."
So, as I said on Saturday, we finally have an artist for Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, to replace Joëlle Jones, and his name is Daniel Warren Johnson. Here's a preview, behind the cut:
I very much like his take on the seraph, though I have asked that Dancy look a little less like Tom Sawyer. But I think Daniel will be a good fit. He's already done the page layouts for Parts One and Two. I'll post more of his work in future entries. I'm also going to do, soon, two or three posts that could be called "The Alabaster's That Almost Were," with art by Joëlle Jones, Joe Querio, and a couple of other people who didn't work out on this apparently cursed mini-series.
Yesterday was astoundingly frustrating, and, as predicted, I was angry through the whole thing. To the point that I couldn't sleep. I didn't get into bed get until after 4 a.m., and then I lay awake until after 6:30, my mind racing down furious roads. I slept about four hours. I did no writing yesterday. I managed email. I talked to people at Dark Horse, and to my film agent at UTA, and so on and so forth. I did do a quick read-through on Part One of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, reading it against Daniel's storyboards. Finally, not long before five p.m., we left the house and headed into town long enough to get some groceries, and I needed a silver pen, in case someone wants a comic signed tomorrow night.
“People love to recognize; not venture. The former is so much more comfortable and self-flattering.” ~ Jean Cocteau
Originally, the plan was to head back to Providence at the end of February. However, the shattered, rotten tooth has extended our stay by a month. I don't have a dentist in Providence, and having found one here it didn't make sense not to allow him to do the whole job, root canal to crown. I have a psychiatrist appointment on April 6th, and I have to be home before then. As you may well imagine, it's very strange, being away from home far so long. Though, at least we'll have missed the worst of the nastiness, the city in the thaw. Cold spring is slightly more endurable here.
And I should go. I need buckets of coffee (I'm out of Red Bull).