So this is really just going to be a bullet list of current events, because you lead a busy life and don’t have time to waste, listening to my aimless rambling. Also, I have carpal tunnel syndrome. Oh, and I’m lazy.
(1) I’ve been watching a lot of Supernatural lately, which (after writing a bunch of manuscripts) is a bit like eating candy. It’s easy to lie on the couch and let someone else tell me a story. YUM! Plus, it’s fun to recognize Vancouver places and Vancouver friends in supporting roles. Pointing at the screen, laughing and yelling, “Hey, it’s so-and-so*!” and then contacting them to say “Hi! and “I just saw you on TV” and “Good job!” It adds an element of the warm-and-fuzzy to an otherwise couch-potato activity.
(2) My novel The Tattooed Wolf will be published in early 2014 by Hic Dragones Press and I can say, I’m tickled pink by the whole thing. We’re just starting the editing phase and I quite like the people with whom I’m working. If you’ve already read the book, then I hope you’ll tell everyone that you liked it and they ought to buy a copy**. If you haven’t read the book, well, I hope you will. SPOILER ALERT! There’s sexy werewolves.
(3) We’re filming a series of shorts right now, and having an absolute hilarious time doing it. There are 34 actors, 29 locations, and hours and hours of logistics, not to mention the most ridiculous list of props to find (…one fancy schmancy car, some red satin shorts, a live turtle…). I’ve been away from my computer, so instead of blogging, I’ve been spending most of my time twittering. It’s quick, it’s on location, it’s a fun way to connect… I never pegged myself as a tweeter, but here we are. If you tweet, then come and follow us at @foxandbee. If you don’t tweet, well, for Pete’s sake, don’t start because of something I said.
(4) I was stung by a wasp. At first, it felt like a pinch, and I watched the wasp STARE ME IN THE EYES as it pulled out its stinger (cocky little bastard!) and zip away. But it hardly hurt at all and I was smugly proud of myself for being tough. However, the pain started to rise, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Within half-an-hour, it felt like someone was pushing red hot needles through my bones, and my right leg had started to swell most unattractively. I was crying and my children were yelling frantically, “Go to your happy place, Mom!” and I couldn’t even get to the driveway of my happy place because holy crap, I’m a simpering wimp. Now I see a wasp and I turn into the flapping chicken of terror, and I secretly think they’re all plotting to pick a fight with me. This sounds insane, but I saw the look in that wasp’s eyes. It was gunning for me.
Okay. Enough for tonight. I have to put ice on my leg, then I’m going to raise it on a pillow and watch some TV, and prepare for more filming tomorrow. G’night!
*It doesn’t constitute ‘name dropping’ if I never say any names, right? Because I can’t abide by that sort of behaviour. *cough youallknowwhoyouare cough*
**Even if you don’t like it, tell them to buy a copy and read it, because their tastes might be different from yours. And if you’re that guy in the donut shop who stopped to tell me there was too much swearing in the book, well… I’m putting in EXTRA swears for you. Just like this: Fuck!
Hey, the image comes from Wikipedia, and the fine talents of Fir0002/Flagstaffotos… 23 Skiddoo to you, good sir!