January 2018: Re-issuing books and decluttering my web presence. This is moving a lot of ones and zeros around, and I’m taking a page from David Moldawer here (who, in turn, is riffing off Derek Sivers), and straining toward minimalism. Because anything else isn’t content, and actual content is what I should really be doing.
Speaking of which, I’m currently working on Longspur, the second book in the Wild West series that I’m doing (emphasis on “wild”). Imagine the old Wild Wild West TV show, but with more monsters and more esoteric film-flammery. Teppo-style, like you do.
The first book in that series, Thrush, will be out in a few months. Mostly, I want to get Longspur done before I commit to a series schedule.
Next: Hidden Palms, the first Butch Bliss novel, has a new cover, and it is coming out in a few weeks. The next one, Snake Road, is in the pipe, and I should be finishing Hard Promises soon. Again, that whole pipeline thing.
Reading: I’ve been working my way through the entirety of Robert B. Parker’s Spenser books. I got side-tracked a bit with the Sunny Randall and Jesse Stone books, like one does. I should be reading one of the many Folio Society books I’ve acquired in the last year, but I’m having trouble choosing one to start with.
Watching: Jean-Claude Van Johnson. Which is absolute genius. Everyone should go watch this immediately, so I can talk about it with you. Not being able to is slowly killing me.
I also saw The Shape of Water recently. It is exquisite and restrained and like the del Toro of old. I’m delighted.
Listening: Ulver continues to astound me. The Assassination of Julius Caesar is my favorite record from last year, and it has sent me into the wolves’ back catalog, where I am rediscovering Shadows of the Sun, Blood Inside, and War of the Roses.