Tuesday, May 30, 2006

I just dashed out a modified proposal for my cryptoterrestrial book. (Apparently I have the same agent as Whitley Strieber, which is heartening as "Communion" garnered a seven-figure advance.) Of course, things are up in the air right now. I see no way, for example, that my ruminations on indigenous humanoids are going to make me a millionaire. But I do think I have something worth saying, if for no other reason than the interest the subject's provoked here at Posthuman Blues.

It also looks like I'll be moving into a new place soon. Nothing fancy, but at least I'll have a proper office. And my cats, who my former girlfriend has been gracious enough to take care of.

I've all but lost my voice, which doesn't bode particularly well for my radio appearance on the 3rd. So I'm drinking hot tea and sucking lozenges like there's no tomorrow -- and since I work tomorrow, I suppose there really isn't.

3 comments:

Mac said...

It may be too late for me, WMB. I feel like utter crap. :-(

Paul Kimball said...

Mac:

Just do what I always do - suck it up, and ride it out like a man.

And complain a lot. That always makes me feel better! :-)

Paul

Mac said...

I'll supply the lightning. Just give me a publisher who'll let people see it.