Good morning, y'all.
If you're joining us from the Advent Books blog, drawn, no doubt, by my sly wit, my cogent commentary and my rakish good looks, well… sorry. That was a bit of false advertising — there'll be none of that here. This is a place for obsessive minutaie-gazing, occasional personal commentary, and a fair bit about music. Nevertheless – welcome! There's coffee on (because, as my agent says, "Rob, it's always the damn coffee with you!"), and a lot to explore…
And for my regular readers, all both of you: hey. How are ya?
Had a bit of a rough morning, writing-wise. I got the words down, but it was a bit like pulling teeth. The nice thing I've found, though, is that when I re-read a full draft of a story or book, I can't discern between the rough writing days and the "so in the groove I don't want to stop" writing days.
I've got to get ready for work, but my computer has been running slow so I figure I should start closing some tabs.
First up, my piece at the previously mentioned Advent Books blog — a recommendation of The Absolute V for Vendetta. And if you aren't already watching that blog, you should be — Sean and Julie are putting together a month's worth of book recommendations from folks across the spectrum of the book trade in Canada. Bookmark it!
And secondly — much to my surprise, it was a hat-trick weekend last weekend, review-wise. New pieces in three different papers:
My review of Amy Foster's When Autumn Leaves at the Vancouver Sun.
My review of a couple of Fables titles at the Edmonton Journal.
And my graphic novel omnibus piece at the National Post, featuring Neil Gaiman's Absolute Death, Jeff Lemire's Complete Essex County, and The Book of Genesis, Illustrated by R. Crumb.
Hmm… you know, it I didn't know better, it might look like I do nothing but read comic books all day. I wish…
Okay, off to work.
i love the bit about not being able to pick out which were rough days and which flowed smooth writing-wise when reading it later. i have that too. feel like i should post that as encouragement for myself for the muttering while typing days