I'm currently working on minor revisions on THE LIVING END. I have to finish these and get them back to the publisher with all due haste.
Generally, when I revisit a novel that has already been written and accepted, the editing process is largely a tedious and sometimes maddening experience. But with THE LIVING END I'm having a good time revisiting the characters and reliving the story.
As a rule, I don't sit around crowing about my work. I know writers who do this and their personalities grind on my nerves. It's a very undignified way to act, and these folk are among my least favorite people. And this is one of the main reasons I stopped attending writers gatherings and genre conventions. I just got sick of the unjustified bragging going on, and I just couldn't tolerate hanging around those ego-mad chumps, each of which were constantly crowing about their rising accomplishments and how they were going to take the media world by storm.
That said, I have gotten a huge kick out of seeing that THE LIVING END is every bit as good as I had hoped it would be. It's a different kind of horror novel. The story is something that I've always looked for in the genre, but never quite found. I rounded up all of the logic holes that appear in this type of story, closed them up, and built a really solid foundation. THE LIVING END is an excellent work that I would compare to the best horror tales around these days.
OK. End of the hype.
For now, at least.