April 19th, 2009 by Neal
Didn’t get much done Friday… just said fuck it. And I’ve earned it. 35,000 in two weeks? Good times.
Learned that Michelle sold 45 thousand copies. Forty five thousand. That’s more than Trinity is selling. That baffles my mind.
I tried to go for my first camping trip, but the snow was three feet high. We hiked into a campground and decided to try and trust Hunter again. He’s been coming in the off leash park when we call him.
He didn’t come.
After ten frantic minutes, Kristen finally found him. The echoes confused him, and the snow made him ignore us, but he eventually came back, only because he was extraordinarily cold and uncomfortable. I have learned the lesson that an animal is still an animal, and discovers no real loyalty over time save to its base instincts. Which is fine. But I thought I’d lost a third dog. Sigh.
I have come a long way as a person, though, because I didn’t strike the animal. I was very proud of that. I used to, based upon example, smack the dog (my other dogs) when it misbehaved in my younger years. I feel more healthy in that respect.
I’ve been walking a lot more lately, which has been ridiculously fun, though I’ve put on a few pounds with the writing. I’m gonna work on that soon. Steady walks, bike rides.
I’ve been asked to do another comic book, a two parter, and I’ve started to research that. I’ll put up the wordtracker as soon as I’m sure that’s a go and have the okay.
Michelle comes out on the twenty-ninth.
I did the Portland con, which was good in ways. I got to meet Steve Rolston, and I’ve liked his work for quite a while. I also met Lars Brown. Good guys.
I signed my first fiction comic book. R.A.N. was a non-fiction tale. The Vincent Price book is pretty cool. There were two pages added in by the editors (a kind of Crypt-Keeper bookend), but my story came across pretty well, I thought. Now that it’s out there, I can delightfully point out my Cthulhu monsters and let people know their names in the script are Syd and Nancy. And that the inspiration for the skinny dude was David Byrne. I’m making it a Vincent Price theme. In this one, David Byrne, in the next, Phil Ochs.
The sun is out… I can afford an air conditioning unit. What else could a guy want?
BTW, if anybody wants a copy of the books, I am fairly low on comps (we’re waiting on a print run because of demand, so I have yet to receive more than a few), but to share with you guys, anyone who’s interested and is cool with paying postage or popping over, shoot me an email. I have a few spare Hillary Clintons, and a few Vincent Price issues. Some are already promised, but I’m playing it by ear.