“What Happened to David Wells,” this year’s Christmas Card story, is done. I’ll try to find time to typeset it this weekend, but I can’t make any promises.
This weekend Shawna and I will be spending Saturday at The Driskell in Austin as part of our Christmas present to ourselves. Everybody else gets baked goods and a short story, Shawna and I get a night in a five star hotel. Hmm. Sounds like a good deal to me!
I need to get caught up on lettering A Trip To Rundberg. Shawn’s turning in these great pages, and they’re just sitting there waiting for me to throw them into Illustrator.
I also need to finish up a few book pitches.
Wow, the holidays really are a great time to relax.
It feels like Winter today.
On Monday, is was almost eighty degrees outside. Let me repeat that. Eighty degrees. On November 29th. Welcome to Winter in Texas.
But things were different this morning. The weather dropped forty degrees yesterday, and it feels like it dropped another twenty overnight. I had to scrape frost off of my car this morning. That’s tough to do with a rubber spatula. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Besides, it’ll probably be eighty again by Saturday.
So, it’s December. Winter may be here to stay. I woke up this morning with the idea for my Christmas Card Short Story fully formed in my head. Boom, it’s just there. What Stephen King describes as his muse shitting on his head. That story’s there. It’s ready. Tonight, I’ll sit down and write the living hell out of it.
I feel bulletproof.