How Can I Forget
Today some nice people took my picture for a Spanish magazine. And what I was reminder of today, for the millionth time, is that I don’t like having my picture taken. I don’t mind pictures of me. But the act of pictures being taken makes awkward and self-conscious and unable to make a natural facial expression to save my soul.
|A picture of me that I didn’t hate having taken. Photo by my friend Valerie.|
I’m getting a lot of questions about the sequel to Hollowland, entitled Hollowmen. Here’s the answer: I’m working on it now, but its taken me much longer than I had scheduled in my mind for the amount of time it should take to write. (In my mind, it was supposed to be finished by September 1st and to the editor by September 2nd. It’s not yet finished, and it’s September 20th.)
So what does this mean? Not a lot, actually. I was originally hoping for an October release, but I’m pretty sure that won’t be feasible. Sometime before the end of 2011, though. That should happen.
I just forgot how hard Hollowland was to write. And it was very hard. I remember a lot of days sitting in my old office, which was bitterly cold in November 2009, and listening to “Disappear” by Motion City Soundtrack and “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga on repeat… and that’s about all I did most of the time.
No book in the history of my book writing career has been as difficult for me to write as Hollowland. It should not come as a shock to me the sequel is as equally difficult to write. But for some reason it has been a shock. Possibly because I’m an idiot.
At any rate… I’m playing around with a couple ideas to make this easier for me. (One of them involves chaining myself to a desk).
Also, check out the Spanish version of My Blood Approves – Instinto (Lazos de Sangre #1), which Google translate tells me means Instinct (Blood Ties #1). Here’s the Facebook Fanpage where you can like it: here.
And just the other day, the interwebs reminded me that I loved The Matches. They’re music is fun, and they always reminded me of the old British sitcom The Young Ones. Are The Matches British? They should be.
For your enjoyment, here’s a video from them: