Yesterday, I checked on when I’d started working on my new book. Turns out that its inception date, under the title The Uninvited Guest (the first and least inspired of its many titles), is March 3rd, 2014. The novel doesn’t depend on suspense, so it’s not a spoiler to tell you that the story climaxes with a mass shooting at Old Cabell Hall on the University of Virginia campus.
Since I started working on this book, here are the real life mass shootings that have happened in the U.S. (thanks to Mother Jones):
I hate to imagine how much longer this list will be before I’m done.
If you feel like making yourself useful, start by donating to Equality Florida’s fund for the victims, here.
I love Gemma Arrowsmith’s comedy sketches. They’re from across the pond but easily translate into U.S. circumstances. Take this one, which skewers the differences between our economy and the one our parents and grandparents lived in. It’s called Win Your Parents’ Lives. Enjoy, or at least, try not to be bitter.
Those of you who pay attention to the blog, as opposed to my presence on social media, have probably noticed my absence for the last few weeks. The thing is, I’ve been hit with another bout of depression and anxiety, and it’s screwed up my ability to concentrate on anything that exceeds 140 characters. It was mostly my publisher’s demise that triggered it, and I’ve got a lot of anger, fear, and insecurity to work through, and for the first few weeks I can’t congratulate myself on the way I’ve handled them. I could’ve hung out with Kelly Carlin this month if social anxiety hadn’t hit me just as I was meeting her in person. She knows me online, but she didn’t recognize me in the flesh–no reason why she should have–and for reasons that make no sense that freaked me out. This told me that I may not be the sickest person out there, but I’m at least a little unwell.
So, I’m working on getting to the bottom of all this inner crapola, and I hope to be back to blogging more regularly soon. In the meantime, there’s plenty of old stuff on the site you haven’t read, so go read that. There are a couple of books of mine that you (probably) haven’t bought, so go buy them before they disappear on June 1st. And if you can, check out Night of the Hunter. I saw the Criterion Blu-Ray, and it was an experience even weirder and creepier than living in my head the past few weeks. The shot of Shelly Winters underwater…damn.