Hello. My name is Brian Keene and I was supposed to be napping since I have to catch a red-eye flight from Portland, Oregon to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania tonight -- which has proven impossible since I already had to check out of my room. I thought about napping here in the hotel lobby, but John Skipp is over in the corner doing some sort of weird performance art for authors Karl Fischer and Christine Morgan, and my publisher, Rose O'Keefe, is napping in the chair next to me and I don't want to wake her up by snoring. So, instead, I'm typing this week's newsletter.
[Letters From the Labyrinth] 11/20/16
[Letters From the Labyrinth] 11/20/16
[Letters From the Labyrinth] 11/20/16
Hello. My name is Brian Keene and I was supposed to be napping since I have to catch a red-eye flight from Portland, Oregon to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania tonight -- which has proven impossible since I already had to check out of my room. I thought about napping here in the hotel lobby, but John Skipp is over in the corner doing some sort of weird performance art for authors Karl Fischer and Christine Morgan, and my publisher, Rose O'Keefe, is napping in the chair next to me and I don't want to wake her up by snoring. So, instead, I'm typing this week's newsletter.