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Hey everybody! Yesterday I FINALLY sent the manuscript of my novel, The Enthusiast, to my copy editor. Hopefully the book itself should be in people’s hands by the end of the year.

If you were kind enough to back this novel on Kickstarter, way back in 2012, you should get an email at some point today with this message. If you don’t, please let me know and I’ll investigate. It’s possible that the email Kickstarter has doesn’t match what you currently use. I want to make sure everyone who backed via Kickstarter stays in the loop because I’ll be contacting everyone through Kickstarter’s messaging system to find out where to send their books! (The email address is the only thing that needs to be current — I’ll be asking you directly everything else I’ll need to know when the time comes.)

If you DIDN’T back the Kickstarter, and there’s lots of good reasons why you might not have — maybe you hadn’t even heard of me in June of 2012! — don’t worry, there will be LOTS of opportunities for you to buy the book when the time comes. On this web site, for instance. There will be many, many reminders that I have a book for sale, once it’s actually for sale. You will not be able to avoid them, I promise.

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Hi and Lois, 8/17/15

Huh, I always wondered what Lois’s skeletal, mostly noseless face reminded me of:

Anyway, Lois is trying to kill her husband, I guess, for his birthday!

Crankshaft, 8/17/15

Remember when the State Fair was a place of excitement and family bonding? Now you just walk around in sullen silence. Even the carnies look depressed.

Pluggers, 8/17/15

Considering how big that pill is, pluggers should probably be taking some kind of eyesight pill, too.

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Family Circus, 8/16/15

I like to think I’m a fairly modest person, but I will say this: because I’m both a tech writer and a comics blogger, nobody in the world is better equipped than I am to meticulously document when legacy syndicated newspaper comic strips make jokes about bitcoin. So here’s the Family Circus’s offering, coming in the wake of Six Chix and Barney Google and Snuffy Smith. I think it’s pretty clear, based on our put-upon ice cream man’s outfit, that this is a reprinted comic from the ’70s or ’80s, which leaves the question open as to what sketchy financial instrument was originally used in that word bubble. Junk bonds? Pet rocks?

Judge Parker, 8/16/15

I freely admit to not understanding at all the financial details of the whatever business partnership Neddy has established with Rocky and Godiva, and one of the points I understand the very least is why all of the sudden Rocky started agreeing to pay for everything a while back. Something about that being the price for letting him publish his tell-all book about being married to Godiva? Anyway, I’d like to think that he and his checkbook’s abrupt departure corresponded exactly to the moment when retail sales of said book began. Next week may depict the most shocking event in the history of Judge Parker: a Spencer-Driver paying for something with her own money.

Momma, 8/16/15

I am not comfortable with that knowing, self-satisfied look MaryLou is giving us here. “What Momma doesn’t know is that I’m living with a man! Did you guess? A man? A man who wears a baseball hat and a tie, and leaves his sporting equipment scattered around the house? Get it? And we’re fucking? A man?”