I was pretty good about regularly updating the blog for a couple of weeks there, wasn’t I? So much for that. I was far too busy drinking whiskey and playing Oblivion working on Narbonic, vol. 5 to pay attention to this place.

To make it up to you, here are some writery linky things:

• I sympathize with Christopher Moore’s feelings on turning 50, which are probably more common than he thinks. It’s the stuff midlife crises are made of, after all. Even at 32, I freak out about the doors that have slammed shut or will soon, and about the “life list” stuff I may never do. Of course, Moore has a successful writing career and a cult following, which is more than most people ever achieve, so he shouldn’t feel THAT bad (and I’m sure he doesn’t).
• Jane Espenson’s blog is making me consider trying to break into TV again. Did you know that these days producers like to hire new writers based on original pilots instead of specs of existing shows? Original pilots like the first screenplay I ever wrote, way back in college? Or that they also like to hire writers who have worked for a while outside the industry and can bring that knowledge into a writing room? Somebody may need to stop me from moving to LA. No, seriously. I’m not kidding. An intervention may be required at some point.
• And finally some more apocalyptic research:
  

  Arctic vault takes shape for world food crops

  LONGYEARBYEN, Svalbard (Reuters) – In a cavern under a remote Arctic mountain, Norway will soon begin squirreling away the world’s crop seeds in case of disaster.

  Dynamited out of a mountainside on Spitsbergen island around 1,000 km (600 miles) from the North Pole, the store has been called a doomsday vault or a Noah’s Ark of the plant kingdom.