Liar. I'm a crappy bowler.
Yes, indeed. While in Texas, I swung by to visit Talon Comics. I walk in; Derek isn't there, but a bunch of his friends are. "Hey," asks one of them. "Are you that Monte Cook guy?"
Bastard.
Then he gets back, and I sign the copies of OSM and write pithy little comments in them, and scour his shelves for a big heap of stuff to buy, and tell him all about my character until his head starts to droop, and then it's 11:30 at night and we head off to the bowling alley. It's Cosmic Bowling night, so they turn off the lights and turn on the black light and disco balls and blast the rock music. We bowl five games from midnight to 2:30 am, and in almost every single one Talon almost doubles my score. Bastard. He bought me beer, though, so all is forgiven.
So I leave at 3 am, drive to the airport, go through security at 4:30 am, get my flight bumped from 5:45 am to 7:30 am, and get home at noon. I don't snore on the plane. I think.
So buy an autographed copy of Of Sound Mind from Derek. After all, apparently it's signed by Monte Cook!
