I mean, seriously, Spring, get it together. Yes, sure, you’re thinking, “But Chuck, that’s an image of some nice new growth, and a pretty pretty waterdrop,” and you’d be correct. But the only reason that droplet is so nicely formed is because only an hour before it was fucking frozen because Spring has been hanging out with Winter and learning all the wrong lessons. Now they’re dressing alike and listening to the same music and ugh.
So! What’s up?
I’ll tell you what’s up here — we had a great signing at the Doylestown Bookshop where Kevin launched Scourged and Fran Wilde and I were there as happy cheerleaders, shepherding his new book into the world. (Plus we signed some books too. And drank some whiskey? Shhh.)
Here’s how much I love you — have some photos.
That last picture, by the way, is what you see before you die.
It was a glorious event. There was booze and books and like, 150+ people, and then there were lampchop lollipops and also gin and — well, it was great, and if you weren’t there, then SHAME ON YOUR HOUSE.
So, umm, what else?
I have SECRET NEWS I can’t yet share — I’m told maybe later this month? It involves comics and other things that are awesome. I should also have a cover for WANDERERS here in the next month or two? And VULTURES, too. Otherwise, a reminder that next up I’m at Ravencon (Apr 20-22, my birthday weekend, woo), and then Phoenix Comic Fest at the end of May.
A casual reminder that you can find me on Instagram these days, too, and lately I’ve been posting photos over there FROM MY YOUTH, so if you want to see me as a beardless, cherub-cheeked life-n00b, you can go there and check it out.
That’s all, folks.
*fades to nothing, all that’s left is a robe*
*the robe blows away*
*the robe is blown into traffic where it obscures the windshield of a tractor trailer*
*36-car pileup ensues*