This one time at Writer's Camp…
…and across the land did the faithful lament.
I am, of course, talking about the city of Lexington’s attitude about losing to Louisville in basketball. They lose to them all the time in football (it’s a Kentucky thing, belonging in the SEC and not giving a rat’s ass about football), which is no big deal. Kentucky is supposed to lose in football. However, lose in basketball, especially a team from that city… well, now you’re looking at a very despondent and depressed city. A city that, even in the midst of a snowstorm, will seek out refuge and drink with their fellows. A city that wonders if God really despises them (I’d call it 50-50, but I’m a pessimist). Really. They are that serious about their college basketball.
In cheerier news (I could give a damn about UK basketball; Ball State lost their bowl game, which means my interest in sports is gone until Opening Day for the Braves), I heard a rumor that I’ll have two books coming out in January. Now, I don’t know just how accurate this is, but I heard that Dreams of Steam III will be coming out in the middle of January, joining What Scares the Boogeyman? This is all exciting news, and I’ll have more information as it comes out.
I’m supposed to be writing stories for two anthologies I’m going to be in right now but I don’t wanna. I want need to finish Wraithkin so I can get it out of my head. I have a picture on my desk with a due date for this story. Much like prenatal gestation, I’m looking at the deadline and thinking “That’s not even close. I have plenty of time”. And much like in life, when the day draws nearer, I’ll either say “Dear God, already?!” or “Get this damned thing out of me!!!”
Lay in your wagers now, gents.