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Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

And Thus I Pass Into the Dark Region. For a Week.

On Friday I’m going to a farm in upstate New York, near Jeffersonville, if you know where that is, which I don’t. The farm has a barn and cows. It does not have the Internet.

I thought if I somehow connected the barn and the cows with some kind of grass- or hay-based conduit it might be possible to access the Internet that way. But I’m not finding a lot of theoretical support for that approach.

Seriously it’s freaking me out a little. I usually set my anti-Internet software for like 45-minute bursts. A week? That’s … heavy.

There’s an “Internet” “cafe” in town, so I’ll cruise by there once in a while. Like maybe every 8 minutes or so. But I can’t promise any updates during the week.

Which shouldn’t disrupt your lives very much, given how crap I’ve been about updating. But The Magician King is due in October, and I plan on hitting that deadline. Also I might have some other interesting announcements soon. Or I might not, depending on how things shake out.

As soon as I get back I’ll be flying to Georgia for the Decatur Book Festival and DragonCon. Come visit if you’re in the area.


6 comments on “And Thus I Pass Into the Dark Region. For a Week.

  1. Lori says:

    This is good news. I enjoy your blog and often learn new and interesting things. But I also always think, “please go home and write.”

    When the barn and the cows start making you crazy, think of us out there anxiously awaiting that book.

  2. Gary Gibson says:

    If Magician King features a surfeit of magical killer cows, my advice would be to skip the farm next time around and stay in town.

  3. K.M. Walton says:

    Really looking forward to your next book…reeeeally.

  4. M says:

    good luck…

  5. JohnO says:

    Ummm, wasn’t the whole going off to the country part of Penny’s plan, too?

  6. Zach says:

    Best of luck. Here’s hoping the words rocket from your fingertips, like sparkles bursting from Quentin’s hands!

    I’m curious to know how your brain responds to internet starvation. I had a netless week, and my thoughts went wild, mentally turning dogs inside-out and reshaping steel bridges, that sort of thing… The internet is the oven mitt of consciousness.

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