In a perfect world, I would be in Saratoga right now at the World Fantasy convention, sitting at the bar with my agent and friends, just shooting the breeze. Alas, work comes first. Which…bites. Here’s one thing you don’t think about much before becoming a writer—you only see certain people once a year (and in this case, I have a friend I have yet to meet who lives in Saratoga), and those times are precious, indeed.
Oh, well. Finishing up one project, with several housekeeping bits scattered in the breeze. Cats are chasing each other, the poodle is passed out, and the temperatures are dipping. Found this fascinating post on the original William Moulton Marston run on Wonder Woman, featuring Etta Candy, her sidekick:
By now the alert reader will have noticed the most common emotional state for Etta and her friends: joie de vivre. They go on these adventures with Wonder Woman not because of some oath of vengeance, not because of an ideology, but just because going on adventures is freakin� awesome. They�re young and fearless and tough, and they find it enormously fun to go get captured and sing at people and get in fights.
Amen to that.
Howard the Duck was on last night. Talk about surreal. But it’s an Oscar winner compared to Highlander: The Source. And no, I’m not bitter about that…really.