So today I was going to pass along some news about the book in a blog titled, “Why I don’t talk about Book Two.”
Here’s the news: I’ve finally finished my latest draft of The Wise Man’s Fear.
Oot is shown in order to give a sense of scale. And because my baby is frikkin adorable.
So before we all go leaping to a bunch of unfounded and erroneous conclusions, let’s talk about a few things.
Is this going too fast for anyone?
The book is a big step closer to being done.
The book is way better than it was before. That last draft of the book was okay. It had some great parts, some parts that were “meh” and some that were “huh?” Overall, it averaged out to about 70 percent awesome.
Then, depending on how much work we think it needs. We put it into the production schedule. That means we’ll have a publication date. Which I will tell you. On the blog. With words.
But first, I get to relax. I’ve been working on this fucker nonstop for months. And now, finally, I get to take a break while I wait for Betsy’s feedback.
You see folks, Oot is one happy baby, all laughs and smiles. But in order to get this revision finished, there have been times over the last several months when I’ve spent weeks at a stretch working 10-14 hours a day. That’s not counting e-mail, dealing with translators, and writing the occasional blog.
That means on some busy days, I only get to play with him for half an hour or so. If our sleep schedules don’t match up, some days I don’t get to see him at all while he’s awake.
I’m not mentioning this to get sympathy. I’m mentioning it so you can better understand my life. I’m mentioning this so you know what exactly goes through my head when someone sends me an e-mail or posts on my blog, saying, “Just finish the book for fucksake!”
So…. that’s the news. The book is going well. There are parts of it that I’m so proud of that I almost can’t help but talk about them here. It’s coming. Be patient. And rest assured that I’m not just lounging around, doing whippets and eating the cotton-candy underthings off nubile young catgirls.
As for myself, now that the book is out of my hands for a couple weeks, I’m planning on catching up on some family stuff and playing Bioshock 2 until I puke.
Oh, and I’ll be catching up on a few blogs I’ve been meaning to post, too. Tune in on Monday and I’ll be announcing some of my upcoming appearances for convention season.
There will also be a chance for you to get me to come do a reading/signing at your local bookstore if you live in the right part of the country. Specifically in between Chicago and West Virginia…
pat


Lesbian Unicorns
Pat,
I had to miss San Diego ComicCon this year. It’s my first one I’ve missed in five years. Many tears.
What did you think of it compared to last year? This was only your second ComiCon, wasn’t it?
Michelle
This was only my second ComiCon, Michelle. But I have to admit that it felt a lot different than the first one.
Part of the difference was that this year I knew the lay of the land. I knew where the all night deli was. I knew the layout of the dealer’s room and how to find the place with the good seafood.
The other big change was that this year I’m a dad. This was the longest stretch of time I’ve spent away from Oot since he’s been born. It was harder than I expected, and I missed him from the very first day.
For example, last year when I went to the con, my mental commentary was like this: “Hey! Hot girl dressed as Poison Ivy! Hot girl in chainmail! Hot catgirl! Batman!”
I make no excuses for this. I am who I am.
But this year when I walked around the con, I was thinking, “Oh, look at that baby! Cute baby! Baby dressed up as Yoda! Hot Catgirl! Batman!”
Also, this year I was smart enough to schedule times to meet people instead of just hoping we could get together. As a result, I got to have dinner with Brandon Sanderson and Christopher Paolini on Saturday night.
We had a lovely conversation, and at some point Paolini told us that in an early draft of his first book, the main character was named Kevin, not Eragon.
Not to be outdone, I said that in an early draft of The Name of the Wind, Kvothe was actually a lesbian unicorn.
I didn’t think much of it. This is the sort of thing I say all the time, and I don’t expect people to pay much attention to me.
But I failed to take into account twitter. Which led to someone sending me the profoundly bizarre e-mail.
So the next day when I was doing a reading and signing at Borders, one of my lovely readers brought me a present:
It is, of course, a lesbian unicorn. His name is Kvothe. You may of heard of him.
I had a good laugh over it, and thought that would be the last I ever heard of it. But after I get back from the Con, I find one of my friends has sent my the following surreal e-mail.
Pat,
Okay, so I am doing a search for “pink unicorn gay” in Google Images because, well, it’s a long story…Â (Shut up!)
Thing is I spotted something very odd pretty early on in the results.
I swear to you this isn’t a set up or faked or anything. I just typed in “pink unicorn gay” and this is what I got!
[name withheld for blackmail purposes]
So yeah. That was the unexpected result of this year’s ComiCon. Permenently linking Kvothe’s name with the phrase “Lesbian Unicorn.”
Working to make your day a little more surreal,
pat