That makes for a quick deadline. So, as you can imagine, when I’m not taking pictures of tremendous feat or floating face down in Tiber-sized streams of Chinotto Neri, I’m busy revising the final text of the Morlock novel, working steadily on the sequel and trying to do some dreaming and drafting on the second sequel.
This wasn’t how I thought I’d be spending the next year or so–but that’s not a complaint. You know the Weird Al song, “Everything You Know Is Wrong”? It can be a great feeling to realize you were completely mistaken about something.