Eric Mayer

Looking back through these journal entries I realize that I spend a lot of time looking back. There is also, often, an air of melancholy. The frequency surprises me.

Over the years, the majority of my writing has been humor. Heck, I produced nothing but mini-comics for several years. My first real professional sale (to Baby Talk magazine) was a humorous essay. The first novel I ever finished was a mystery done strictly for laughs.

Maybe it takes more effort to see the funny side of things than I typically put into these mental snapshots. For me, at least.

It's not that I am depressed. I recall (roughly) the line from the television series Millennium when the perpetually lugubrious appearing protagonist Frank Black, played wonderfully by Lance Henricksson, was asked about his gloomy demeanor. "I'm not depressed," he explained, "I'm just serious."

That's me. Serious. Particularly in public. Writing a journal is awfully close to being out in public. Some people cover their nervousness by being silly, I put on my serious hat.

Eric Mayer Byzantine Blog Probably the only vaguely interesting thing about me is that with my wife, Mary Reed, I co-author the John the Eunuch mystery series set in sixth century Constantinople. But that doesn't stop me from dwelling here on the boring minutiae of the rest of my life, present and past, along with the occasional word about writing.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (5) Eric's Website Poisoned Pen Press There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to. --Michel de Montaigne		2006-04-10 11:49 AM Serious Business Looking back through these journal entries I realize that I spend a lot of time looking back. There is also, often, an air of melancholy. The frequency surprises me. Over the years, the majority of my writing has been humor. Heck, I produced nothing but mini-comics for several years. My first real professional sale (to Baby Talk magazine) was a humorous essay. The first novel I ever finished was a mystery done strictly for laughs. Maybe it takes more effort to see the funny side of things than I typically put into these mental snapshots. For me, at least. It's not that I am depressed. I recall (roughly) the line from the television series Millennium when the perpetually lugubrious appearing protagonist Frank Black, played wonderfully by Lance Henricksson, was asked about his gloomy demeanor. "I'm not depressed," he explained, "I'm just serious." That's me. Serious. Particularly in public. Writing a journal is awfully close to being out in public. Some people cover their nervousness by being silly, I put on my serious hat. Read/Post Comments (5) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top