Rip Van Winkle wasn’t sleeping all that time. The story has it wrong. He was hidden away in a cave, working on book revisions.
My first round of publisher’s revisions is almost done, and I’m getting ready to send ROYAL STREET back to my editor at Tor Books and come out of my cave.
It has been a grueling three weeks, and I have lost all social skills. For everyone I’ve snapped at, ignored and otherwise pissed off….Sorry. Till next revisions roll around.