whosoever would dare to kill a god must first go mad

There's a death struggle going on over here in the City of Legends. Well, not exactly a death struggle, but a hearts-and-minds issue. Okay, maybe not that big, but certainly a very interesting debate...er...discussion.

We're working on his next book THEOCRICIDE and suddenly he announces that he's thinking of doing three things:

a) Pulling INVOCATO from release (He has a few pieces in there he "needs" for THEOCRICIDE)

b) Stripping the book down from the nearly seven hundred works in it right now to about 250

c) Changing the title (What? I said "What?"...you have to see the facial expression...ever see Letterman do that schtick? same face) Don't even ask what his suggested alternate titles are, you don't want to know...I mean it.

I am used to the mercurial nature of his book evolution process, but this isn't picking a handful of new pieces, this is gutting, renaming and executing the runt older brother. A little more than minor tweaks.

I will let you know how it turns out. Right now we're arguing over the inclusion of
a) The entirety of "The Goldenheart Cycles" or
b) Just a few key pieces from the GC's or
c) Neither of the above.

Aigh! Ack! I personally think he's trying to reach too far (a common disease with the man). He's more fun to deal with when he's getting laid...he pours so much into the relationship he leaves those of us like webmasters and editors around him to do our jobs WHICH WE ARE QUITE CAPABLE OF DOING WITHOUT HIS CONSTANT REVISION.

Quick, someone find him...someone. This Queen Elizabeth "I-am-married-to-my-throne" BS is wearing thin. Deities preferred, mortal women willing to become immortals accepted. Sane but creative - definitely preferred. He'll probably write you a few hundred poems and dedicated a book or ten to you, more if you stick around. You get immortality as an object of admiration, awe, desire and envy to future generations. It's not all bad.

I've got email. Probably Captain "If I'm Not Happy No One Can Be" announcing a complete overhaul of everything he ever wrote, to begin with having it translated to Urdu, then cross-translated to Swahili with pictograms crammed in there someplace. Either that or he broke his longstanding rule against reading what I write in here and read the draft.

Help! How much is postage on a grown man if I want to crate him up and send him to Rio? Do you take credit cards?