I’m pissed off at George R. R. Martin. He hasn’t produced a Beatle’s tune in years.

No wait, that’s another George Martin.

The one I’m thinking about is supposed to be writing the next book in an excellent fantasy series. But he’s taking forever doing it.

According to Gaiman, it’s his right to take forever doing it. Just like it’s my right to be pissed off at him for taking forever doing it.

(Yes, I know it’s taken me twenty some years to finish my first novel… shh!)

While we’re on the subject of Gaiman, I have to tell you that there are only three people in this entire world I’m jealous of, and Gaiman’s one of them. He’s producing the kind of work and living the kind of life I’ve long aspired to, with little hope of achieving at this point in time. Same for Joss Whedon (I forget who the third guy is… it’ll come to me).

Well, at least Whedon used to produce the kind of work I aspired to. (Harsh Joe, harsh!) (Well, my standards are high, and don’t forget, there’s jealousy at work there).

Still can’t remember the other guy.

Off to finish the novel now (page 288 of 363… so close!)

P.S. Thanks to my cousin Charles for the link. And for reading this blog… you may be the only one left, Charles (sniff!).