Seriously. I'm a busy guy: I've got a novel to finish, a business to run, pictures to draw and I'm doing a fair amount of public speaking these days. There's this flabby little belt around my middle that needs working off. My plate is stacked very, very full is what I'm saying.
Just about the only relaxing, goof-off time I get is a few minutes here and there to curl up with a good book. These brief visits are the islands of calm that keep the whirlwind turning.
I ought to know better than to pick up a Victor Gischler.
Gun Monkeys. Shotgun Opera. Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse. It's the same thing every time.
Most recently I picked up his newest, Vampire a Go-Go. I was tired, but I figured, you know, ten minutes' reading before bed wouldn't kill me.
I have no idea how much time actually passed. There are 127 new texts on my phone. There are irate emails from various speaking engagements in my inbox. There are dark hollow circles under my eyes and I seem to have grown a beard.
My recycling bin is full of empty Oreo boxes and I appear to have gained ten pounds.
And all I want is Victor Gischler's next book.
Seriously: the guy's books are great, but make sure you clear your schedule first...