Mar 23 2009
Life Changing…. (or: One of the Most Major Updates in the History of the World Next to the Invention of Post-It Notes)
Did you all have a nice weekend? Any parties going on? How about writing? You writers out there, working on your WIPs? Anyone stuck on Writer’s Block? Who here likes cheese?
Sorry, just trying to break the ice, start up conversation. You know…. (making hand gestures slickly) getting to know each other. Share our feelings (flips his hand).
(Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhs)….
Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. You’re all wondering why you’re reading this meaningless drivel. What’s the point, where am I going with this, did I forget the laundry in the dryer, did I shave my cat’s mohawk etc etc. Seriously, you had to have expected me to go on tangents, right? That’s essentially what a ‘ranting’ is. And this is, indeed, a ‘ranting’. It is the BIGGEST ranting of all.
Okay, fine…. I’ll get to it. UPDATE.
Here we have an update. Yes, an update. Are you ready? Are you ready to taste my thunder? Feel the fire? Fondle the flames? Grope the gaseous fumes of literary essence? (sniiiiiiiifffffssss) Oh, yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaah….
Hey, look…. I see a blue bird talking to me in Chinese.
Okay, back to reality–
UPDATE.
So…. I had a particularly interesting weekend. SEE? I told you there was a method of madness to my ranting, talking to you all about how your weekends went! You need to trust me more. As I’ve said, I’m about to update you on my WEEKEND. Yes. My WEEKEND. How exciting.
So…. Here we have, yet, another update on my current manuscript, you know, the one that’s been in limbo for a kajillion years with two literary agents who will contact me about the book once I’m six feet under and swallowing worms. Yeah, called THE CAIN LETTERS, right? That one. Don’t roll your eyes at me.
I know you’ve just about had it with the updates 
. You want to hear something new from me. You want to hear that I’ve started a new Work in Progress. It’s been a year since I’ve completed THE CAIN LETTERS and not one word about possible publication or signing or anything. It may be as good as dead.
Well, this is to update you all, all you wonderful readers out there….
That Eirelander Publishing has just
offered me a 3-year contract
for publication.
Taco Supreme. I need to go throw up now.
(And Pierre has been crying, laughing, screaming, smiling and dancing in his own private world. Join me in the Irish Jig, everyone)
