So Robyn and I went to Italy for a week, came back to Houston for a few days to do our laundry, then went back to europe for a week in Paris and an overnight trip to Arras. Now we’re home for two days before leaving for Indianapolis to attend a wedding this weekend. While Robyn is coming home Sunday, I will stay through Monday to watch the cars practice for the Indy 500, then come home that night. In the midst of this, I have to start Rachel Rising 9, which is due in 4 1/2 weeks. I haven’t even drawn page one yet. Plus I have to write a screenplay and deliver a ton of SiP files to Comixology. (That’s the problem with SiP—everything you do with it involves a ton of files. If you want to format the pages, you format 2300 pages.) Oh, and somebody asked for a sketch.
So, that’s my excuse for not posting some pictures and a report of the two trips, even though I have a lot of pictures and I had a great time. I made new friends, saw some old ones again, and was happy to find that my books are healthy and alive across the pond.
The Tell-Me-Everything-In-10-Seconds version is:
We met and signed with our new Italian publisher, BAO.
I met a writer named Barbara that you should know about and follow as she cleverly navigates her way through the obstacles between her and a lucrative writing career. Barbara is a writer’s writer… meaning this is her life. Watch and learn from her.
I learned it is a big mistake to travel to leave the country without getting your phone set up to work out of the country. I only needed it about every other second.
I mistakenly did not buy the beautifully accurate 120 euro Venus de Milo statuette at the Louvre gift shop. Regretted it the minute we walked outside. So now I have to go back someday and get it.
I learned not to visit Paris museums with a pocket knife in your pants.
I ate enough jambon and fromage to last me a lifetime, thank you very much. I think I’ll go veggie from now on.
Seats A&B on aisle 17 of a 767-200 are right next to the bathroom, with the door swinging open your way like a fan… delivering a constant gentle breeze of refused airplane food. Never sit in seats A&B on aisle 17 of a 767-200.
I’ll be back with more details of my ridiculous life when I get caught up a bit on work.
You tell more in 10 sec than other people in hours. And your way is more fun as well.
Awe, thanks for the mention!
It was an honor meeting you, Terry… sure hope we’ll meet again somewhere out there!
Barb
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