#364.
I've got a new poem up at Epistles from the New Fade as well as a bonus "Quarter Bin" column at Comics Reader, focusing on Robin, which I took the measure of sharing on Facebook, hoping for a little extra readership, y'know, to justify writing this kind of stuff on the Interweb when there doesn't otherwise seem much purpose without, y'know, significant readership.
But sanity is not defined by the perception of others.
I should also note that I've delivered a second comic book script to Bluewater Studios, publisher of the Wrath of the Titans comics that helped inspire the second Clash of the Titans film. Bluewater is a company I've tried getting published with in the past, with a short story accepted in an in-limbo Legend of Isis anthology. Thanks to financial concerns in the modern economy, a lot of things changed from the time it was accepted to the present. Bluewater started focusing its attention on pop biographies, for one thing, to help stand out from the pack. That's what I've been submitting to them, one on Neil Gaiman and the new one on Russian billionaire Mikhail Prokhorov. If these get published, they might be the foot in the door I've been looking for.
Examiner.com keeps asking me to contribute more material, but there's so little readership, or interest in what I write for them, that there's very little point to "gaining experience" with them unless I truly feel motivated. Last year I was in a somewhat better position to go see movies and write reviews for them, but I can't justify the same thing in 2012. So if you wanted an explanation for my lack of activity, Examiner, that's it.
I'm still waiting to hear back from Hall Bros. Entertainment on the Yoshimi manuscript. I have to admit that I'm a little concerned that A.C. Hall has once again done a soft revolution on me, and decided against continuing commitments to his extrapersonal literary endeavors, just like what happened with Dead Letter Quarterly nearly five years ago. When I keep reading Facebook updates about how busy and fulfilled he feels at work, and what he's doing with his own projects (and it's scary enough that 75% of all the things HBE has published is either by A.C or his brother), rather than how he's finally getting through all the Untold Tales of the Past submissions that the brothers were deluged with last fall, I can't help but wonder. The catch this time is that he's got a contract with me that states if we don't play, he still has to pay. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but this is my literary future, and I'm justified in being a little paranoid. A lot of things have fallen apart on me. I would really like this to not be one of them.
Yeah, we'll see.
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