Hiatus, Schmiatus!

Yeah, I know what I said.  And I'll be back on point come the first.  No foolin'.  But in the meantime, one of my heroes actually engaged in some man-splainin' a faux-pas*, like, I don't even fuckin' know how.  Well, I mean, I do.  I spotted it.  And, to his fully-deserved credit, he seems to have caught on and everything is looking great.  But I had some other things to say to our new friend, Austin Green, so I'm going to say them here on my own soapbox.  Here we go!  :)

* - EDIT:  Goddammit, I kicked myself over this all day.  On the way to work this morning, I realized that this wasn't actually man-splaining.  Man-splaining is when a man "explains" something to a woman (who often already knows what's being explained) in a condescending way.  That's not what this was.  The pointing out of man-splanation will often result in backpedaling, digging oneself deeper, getting defensive, and so on... some of which I saw, and then I went and affirmed the damned consequent because it looked kinda the same coming out the back-end.  So yeah.  Yoy my bad.  Sorry, Adam!

Hiatus

I wanted to do something, some kind of pun with like "HI-YAH!" or whatever, but it just didn't work out.  Too much of a stretch.  Those words sure look alike, but they don't sound very much alike at all.

Anyway.

I need a break.  I've been working at this book since, like, late September.  I'm just not feeling it right now.  I get home, and it's like, "Well, I could just bang something out," but I don't want to "just bang something out."  Batteries need to recharge.  Plus, locksmithing is hard, and when I get home, I don't want to think, I just wanna fuckin' veg out.

So I'm taking March off.  Writers go on sabbaticals all the time, right?  Right.  I'll see y'all the first of April.  No foolin'.