Now why, you may ask yourself, is a writer who’s been in a frustrating shell for a while dealing with a long-term project suddenly busting his ass to spruce up his communications, online presence, neglected responsibilities, etc. in the next month or two? Heh. Interesting question.

Bless me, Reddit, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession.Just popping in to say hello, with a couple of notes.Nobody is more excruciatingly aware than myself that I have had bouts of furious optimism before, and been confident that THIS time my issues were all kicked into submission, and I've been wrong nearly every time. All I can say to this right now is yes, I'm well aware that I've raised hopes before, and dashed them, and so I'm not making any explicit or implicit promises.I have also learned the really hard way that I should no longer drop happy hints about stuff that is outside my direct control. A few months ago, I thought we were about to have a BIG uncorking of happy news, but literally everything I was crossing my fingers for rolled over and promptly sank.On the positive side, it has been a string of really good months. Really, really good months. Probably the most consistent state of stability or improvement since my life started to get messy in, say, 2008. One of the side effects of increased functionality is that one looks around at all the balls that have been dropped over the years and says "holy shit, that's a lot of cleaning up to do." So at the moment I'm tending to some stuff a healthier person would have seen to five years ago. Or six. Or more. Cough.As my current (fantastic) therapist says, "One clear sign of problem mitigation is that you can finally move on to a shinier, more prestigious set of problems."Twitter has been my primary means of social expression these last few years because it's quick, easy, and pithy. It's also a good environment in which to pretend to essential stability... which is not to scream "My life is a lie!" But rather, that anyone's life online is edited. I decided a long time ago that we were all better off if my social media wasn't a constant stream of "anxiety attack yesterday, why do I even have a nervous system" or "can't sleep, clowns will eat me" because I'm here to supply entertainment, not despair.But, uh... stuff's it's been pretty good recently? Next to zero social anxiety surrounding a busy trip to GenCon. No panic attacks at all. No real issues at all during any of this year's travels. My therapist has a strong focus on healthy sleep habits, which seemed intrusive at first but I must now admit the bastard was on to something. I'd say my focus and energy are up, the time I spend sidelined with my good friends Anxiety and Depression is way down.So, anything I'm excited about these days is strictly stuff that I am 100% in control over, like the new e-books, or the fact that I can look at my fucked-up, dust-covered website and eagerly want to fix it, rather than hiding the notion in some mental closet with a depressive shudder.Cheers for now--SL*****Scott Lynch

Calo Callas a écrit :Le site de la fnac annonce aussi une sortie le 12 septembre 2018 avec prévente pour un certain tome 4 nommé L'épine d'Emberline...Mais étant donné que le tome en question n'est toujours pas sorti en VO, on voit mal comment la traduction pourrait paraitre d'ici deux semaines.

C'est en effet une erreur, une vieille date conservée dans la base de données de Dilicom et qui est remontée.

Ovicula a écrit :Les séries qui commencent avec plein d'entrain et des références mystérieuses qui ne sont pas liées à quelque chose de clair dans l'esprit de l'auteur, ça semble devenir de plus en plus commun .

Comme l'a écrit Nietzsche "Tous les poètes le savent, il faut plus de courage pour faire une fin, que pour écrire un nouveau vers."