you'll be pleased to know that (my housemate), when she was reading Chance over my shoulder, said at one point all eagerly, "yeah? yeah?" when she wanted me to change pages, and then got all impatient and tried to take over the mouse, but it didn't interface the way she expected and she said, "nooooo!! how do i get to the next one??" with a tinge of desperation in her voice :)
I suspect Deirdre's housemate isn't a typical comic book reader. I just need her and about twenty thousand people like her to discover Chance... :)
I have taken what amounts to half a month off, at this point (submission of the Walker Papers proposal nonwithstanding). My brain is happy with this. My brain doesn't want to go back to work. My brain is a big fan of continuing to schlep around accomplishing nothing. Sadly, my brain is shit out of luck, and for the next several days I'm going to be editing THE QUEEN'S BASTARD and trying to turn it into something presentable. Then it's the Dublin Comic Con this weekend, and next week copy edits on COYOTE, at which point...
That's almost inspiring. Maybe I'll go to work now. :)
miles to Isengard: 329