Highway 62: Train's a comin'.

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Ayup.

Though in my case you should probably substitute "train" for "impending move of home and family to a place more than 500 miles away." Sunny San Diego? That's done, man. That's yesterday.

NorCal beckons! Probably somewhere in the Sierra Foothills not far from Folsom, California.

Oh what, you thought I'd actually leave California? Unlikely.

More bulletins as events warrant. And thanks to the awful nice folks who stopped by with their well-wishes on my comics commentary swansong post. Of course, as soon as I'd signed off of comics commentary, I was struck with an idea regarding superhero comics as literature of the imagination and why modern superhero stuff seems to fall short in that regard. Ah, well. Give it time to ferment.

Work continues on the RAGNAROK SUMMER revisions. I was surprised by the amount of good prose that I'd actually written back then. Of course, a lot of it needs to be pruned or amputated altogether. I'd promise a chapter to be posted in the next couple weeks or so, but until I've gone through the whole damn thing, that's probably not a wise move.

Sadly, there's a few things occupying my time right now. Like selling the stately Maxwell estate. I'm actually keeping my house clean enough to convince people that I don't actually live there (a real trick with a two kids under the age of six). I've had to take most of the cool stuff off my desk. No Cthulhu, no Dormammu, no Imperial Space Marines. The trick is to leave just enough accoutrements to convince those without vision that the room could be made theirs really easily but not leave it completely deserted-looking.

Can't say I'm wild about this phase of things, but one hopes that it'll be very, very short. Hey, I can dream, right?