This Wednesday, it’s my turn up at bat at Storytellers Unplugged, where I shall regale all who care to draw up a chair about the vicious downward spiral of revisions.
I finished my new story, “Talking Old Soldier,” this weekend, after numerous rounds of revisions (see above!) and sent it out to AHMM this morning. Such high hopes!
My wife and I watched “Look Who” this weekend, the Bernie Mac/Aston Kutcher reimagining of “Look Who’s Coming to Dinner.” It was actually okay. I probably wouldn’t have picked it up, but my wife got it, we laughed, and I even watched the extra material. Kutcher was surprisingly timid, almost shy, on the featurettes.
I signed the signature sheets for Looking Glass, the first of CD’s signature series of books, over the weekend. This is the round-robin novella that a bunch of us did for the CD Weekly newsletter last year. I think there were something like 800 sheets. I don’t count–I just sign. Off they go to the next poor schmo. It’s quite a lineup: Ray Garton, Tom Piccirilli, Brian Keene, Gary A. Braunbeck, Tim Lebbon, Al Sarrantonio, Bev Vincent, Thomas F. Monteleone, Joe Hill, John Skipp, Dominick Cancilla, Kealan Patrick Burke, amd Robert Morrish, illustrated by Alex McVey.
I’m reading the new collection of essays Bradbury Speaks : Too Soon from the Cave, Too Far from the Stars. There is a fair amount of redundancy and overlap among the pieces, but I’m enjoying it. His exuberance is amazing–I think that accounts for the zeal in his fiction that no one else has ever been able to pull off successfully.
