Being an internet refuge for Graeme McMillan
Yes, I accidentally took the weekend off. Or, at least, took the weekend off from here; the reason for that was actually that I had real, paying work to do instead, and it was one of those “Sorry, blog, I don’t want to spend any more time in front of a computer screen than I absolutely have to” things for the last few days. I will try harder from now on, honest.
Oh! And it’s October, officially the best month of the year because I have a birthday in a few days. So, there’s that.
Hello again.
You know it’s not going to be a good day when you wake up late, from weird (but not especially bad, per se) dreams in which you get lost in a foreign city without your glasses, but manage to find refuge from the rain in a workshop that backs onto multiple different locations all around the world (It was a specific type of location, but frustratingly, I can’t remember what type). There’s a lot to be done this week in general, and sleeping in and having odd dreams distract you afterwards isn’t what I need right now, thankyouverymuch, brain.
[I]f you fail to keep our promise, may other writers anticipate your plots, may your publishers do you down in your contracts, may strangers sue you for libel, may your pages swarm with misprints and may your sales continually diminish. Amen.
That’s part of the initiation ceremony British mystery writers had to go through in order to join the wonderfully named Detection Club in the 1930s, written by Dorothy Sayers and available here. You can learn more about the Detection Club here.
As you might suspect, vacation has kicked my ass. Or, rather, trying to get back into things after vacation, considering the amount of work I had to juggle today to catch up and meet deadlines and the like (We only got back into town last night). Expect a weekend of trying to more calmly get my equilibrium, and then some catching up next week, I think. Sorry for the continued radio silence…
Nobody ever asks, but I’m pretty sure that my favorite Marvel Comics character is Ben Grimm, AKA The Thing from Fantastic Four. He’s got the tragic scenario, the faux-gruffness, the New York accent and the visual hook, as well as The Catchphrase; he’s pretty much everything I like about Marvel Comics in one package. Quite why Ben Grimm isn’t everyone’s favorite Marvel Comics character is beyond me.
