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.