I got nothing for you today! That's right: nothing. I'm really busy at work and busy at home and oh so tired most of the time.
We're moving forward into the production phase of the Variations on a Theme anthology, and we still plan to have it available on March 15th. That's a very aggressive schedule and if it doesn't show up for sale until, say, March 16th or 17th, I don't want to hear any complaints. Don't make me turn this car around. Don't.
Also, though I have nothing for you today, I might have something exciting and self-aggrandizing to tell you next week. We'll see. We shall see.
Meanwhile, I have written a whole paragraph of my work-in-progress's Chapter 9. I read it back and realized it was in the style of Charles Dickens. Right now I'm reading Dickens' final novel, Our Mutual Friend. Should I worry that the style of my Chapter 9 is that of Dickens? No, I don't think I should. It's just a rough draft and doubtless there are passages in the styles of Nabokov, Chekhov, O'Connor and who knows who else right now. I'm a writer of inclusion, you know. And it all gets shaken and ironed out in the revisions. Still, I was very amused. Though I doubt Dickens ever wrote, "His mind was smeared with painkillers."
Happy Friday and happy weekend, kids!