Have yourself a seat. Get really settled in. Feel the fabric betwixt your cheeks. Because what I’m about to say will knock your socks off.
This will be the last blog post from me for two weeks.
If this were another author’s blog, this statement would probably shock you. If this were Joe Abercrombie’s blog, it’d probably be followed by a professional urge to depart on research for the next impending slaughterfest book. If this were Brent Weeks’ blog, it’d probably be followed by joyous news about familial tidings and good will. If this were Scott Lynch’s blog, it’d be followed by some very powerful insight into the human condition followed by a need to do some serious scourging of the soul.
But this is not their blog.
This is Sam Sykes’ blog.
And so that statement is followed by the fact that I will be drunk for two weeks straight.
Yes, in fact, my sister is getting married to a fellow of excellent stock and verbose litanies. Said fellow is also Scottish, which merits a long trip to Amsterdam, London and ultimately Edinburgh to see my dear sibling wed. I’ll be departing in a few hours and will likely be away from most forms of communication for awhile.
Will I be doing any author appearances, you may ask? Sadly, no. As such appearances usually rely on the myth that authors are gentle, respectable people prone to bouts of sobriety. And most of my time will be spent attempting to ruin that myth for absolutely everyone.
I do hope you’ll be able to cope for awhile without me.
To ease things along, have a few pictures of concept art for my next project, done by the very excellent Ashley Cope and Michael Lee Lunsford, respectively.
