…or else the bat brushes you. Sorry folks. I just had to stop for a couple of days or else. The TV tells me times are hard and gamblers are losing less in Vegas than they ever did before, and, of course, also winning less. A Harris poll tells me that 24% of Republicans believe Barack Obama may be the Antichrist. The urge to crawl under the bed is overwhelming. I had to take a rest or the rest would take me. Even resting, though, I kept on thinking. Could I really write a new Renquist novel? Could I title it The Coerced Confession of Victor Renquist? Could I write it in some crypto-post-Burroughs experimental style, and have Renquist meet his makers, the eternal Nephilim? And if I did all that, who would publish such a motherfucker when the book industry is moribund. Come here, bat, it’s time for your beauty treatment.
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Bat lifted from World of Wonder
The secret word is Undead
"Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead"
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Mick - Any alternative publishing strategies you can take? Publishing on demand? I'd like to buy a new Renquist novel.
ReplyDelete- Aaron
I have no idea if even Tor would publish that beauty for you, all I know is that I would dearly love to read it!
ReplyDeleteDan
Glad yr back, Doc. We missed ya.
ReplyDeleteI want to read that Renquist novel Mick, please write it.
ReplyDeletePublish by any means Mick - I'll pay for any option.
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