...during which I finished a book (as research for which I had to read something like 20 linear feet of graphic novels), started another one, went to Michigan, wrote some comic scripts and a couple of short stories, took unsuccessful pictures of a most excellent lunar eclipse, attended the 29th International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts in Orlando, turned 39, and went to a Tigers spring-training game. Which I have wanted to do for about 30 years. The Tigers got killed, but this diminished my enjoyment of the game only a tiny bit.
One of my New Year's resolutions was to maintain a steadier online presence, but so far it hasn't worked out so well. Good thing I've got more than eight months left in the new year.
It appears that I'll be doing some more Supernatural-related stuff. Possibilities everywhere, but not much definite. Spring in northern Maine is a cruel joke.
Reading: student work, Le Carre's The Tailor of Panama
