A quick post to direct you to a Q&A Vincent Chong has just posted over at his website. I dispense wisdom and stroke my authorial beard, possibly while smoking a pipe and looking avuncular. That’s what all writers do in your brain, right? Even the women.
Especially the women.
To be properly clickbaity, Vinny really should have titled his post with one of the following:
QUESTION THREE SPINNED MY BRAIN OFF!
THE FOURTH ANSWER MADE MY KITTEN CRY!
AFTER I READ THE FINAL PARAGRAPH MY NOSE STARTED TO BLEED AND I ATE AN OCTOGENARIAN!
Unfortunately he led with the accurate but unexciting ‘Q&A with Richard Wright’. This is why Vinny makes the pictures and I do the writing…*
But do pop in and check it out. I explain everything I know about self-publishing success in it. Seriously. Absolutely everything I know.
When you’ve read that post, scroll through the other recent posts on his blog. Look at some of his work for the 10th Anniversary edition of Joe Hill’s 20th Century Ghosts, or the Polish reissues of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series. Tell me they don’t make you want to burst into tears. Go on. I mean, the cover of Wizard and Glass alone…
When we get to the last book in The Lomax Chronicles I’ll try to convince him to reciprocate. If you have any questions you’d want me to put to him, about the artsing and so forth, let me know either in the comments or by email / Facebook / witchcraft / etc. I mean, you could probably just ask him yourself, because he’s a nice guy and will probably just answer. But, you know, you might be shy. Or have an intense phobia of artists due to some long repressed childhood trauma, possibly related to that time a gang of them danced around your bed naked in weird masks, even though that was probably just a dream* and you should get over it already.
*Seriously though, a huge thanks to Vinny for taking the time.
**There’s a tiny possibility that somebody reading this blog post will actually have been traumatised in their youth by a gang of artists dancing naked around their bed in weird masks. Probably it was just some weird performance art thing that got out of hand, but that doesn’t make it any less traumatic. I apologise for bringing up bad memories. I would post some sort of link to a professional body who can help with that, but there isn’t one. Nobody is waiting on the end of a telephone line to offer you support and reassurance. I’m terribly sorry.