Houston, we have liftoff.

A friend-filled weekend had me bidding goodbye to the freshmen graduating at the college. Well, they were graduating because they were seniors, but they were freshmen when I graduated. A fine group of people, and I will miss them muchly. Hopefully a few will keep in touch, but it's all technological transience unless I can see people in person again at some future point.

In other news, Barnes and Noble has given the official thumbs up to the book, so as soon as it exists in actual book form (and as soon as I have some sort of release/signing event set up), I will shamelessly post about it at length.

Naturally, all good events in my writing world must have balance, and in this case it's the fact that the Advocate is willfully ignoring my emails and columns, making me somewhat displeased. Mostly because after all the work I've put in, and the arrangement we (theoretically) had that I was writing a weekly column, I expected my writing to be, y'know, read. But also, in spite of the pathetic pittance of pay they provide, I'm not too proud to admit that a few dollars a week outside of my regular job was very helpful. Because it wasn't part of my standard paycheck, I could spend it on things like eating out or seeing movies without feeling guilty.

And that's how we do things here - good news carefully sandwiched between bad news.