Lance Weller's Blog

Because of the ongoing impact of the coronavirus, the graphic novel adaptation of WILDERNESS, which was scheduled for release in May, has been pushed back to August of this year.

I felt a small tinge of selfish disappointment when I got the news but, really, this is a positive development and will give meand, hopefully, you, toosomething to look forward to once weve gotten past our current troubles.

In the meantime, I encourage everyone to try and stay healthy, definitely stay smart, and to...

Hi Everyone,

Times are fraught and worries are hip-deep and, really, theres no end in sight yet. But were resilient, as a species, and were noble, and were good, and we can overcome fear no matter how poorly were led. No matter how our leaders fail us. Weve done it before, with fewer resources and more superstition and, while hearts everywhere will break, well go on. Hopefully wiser.

If your situation is like my situation (and it likely is) then your local library is shuttered and theres...

Apologies to anyone out there still paying attention to this corner of the Web; it’s been quiet here for a long damn time. Without sinking into the current cultural nastiness, let’s just say it’s been a rough couple years—professionally and personally—and leave it at that.

BUT I am so happy and proud to finally announce Soleil Productions upcoming graphic novel adaptation of WILDERNESS.

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Publishing in France on May 6, 2020, the book is a wonder to behold and represents a ton of hard work by a...

Traditionally, November-December is headache season for me. Whether it’s a result of the changing seasons or the constant damp in the woods or things being out of bloom is anyone’s guess. I call it Migraine Weather and, in honor of Hemingway, I call the clusters that come on me over these weeks Three Day Blows since that’s about how long it takes for me to normalize between bouts. They all follow the same pattern: tightness in one temple—left or right, it doesn’t matter—fo...

I know nothing of Paris.

In the middle of my French tour for Wilderness I had half-a-day and night to spend in the City of Lights but we were bone-tired so the evening was spent at a noodle-stand somewhere near our hotel and the night was spent in our hotel room trying to get out from under our jet lag. I don’t think we even opened the curtains and we slept twelve hours.

So then we only had a morning left.

We wandered away from the Odeon Hotel in the 6th arrondissement and into the Luxembour...

Just a quick post to let you know my author website has been revamped.

Check it out if you get a chance:

http://www.lanceweller.net (you will have to cut and paste this due to WordPress issues)

All best,

Lance

I don’t often share work-in-progress with anyone other than my wife; and her only rarely (she’s a fierce, blunt critic with an excellent ear for terrible sentences so I need to be careful of my teacup ego in showing her pages) but, much like what happened with American Marchlands, I’ve gotten pretty excited about the shape my new book, The Age of Iron, is taking and wanted to share a page or so. I’m still feeling my way through the story but the characters are starting to pop. With that in mi...

With my new novel, American Marchlands, finished (well, as finished as these things ever are; which only means, really, that I’ve surrendered it to the Powers That Be and am now, anxiously, awaiting Word from On High—hopefully I’ll have some official news I can release soon but, for the time being, I will say my love affair with France continues. And deepens!), I’ve begun work on something new.

Right up front, this entails a lot of inactivity. This means wool-gathering, staring out the window,...

I’ve said it before and it’s probably obvious yet still bears repeating: I love books. I love their weight and their heft, I love their smell and the sound their spines make when you open them and I love the promise inherent in their very being. So it was a special sort of torture for me to spend ten days in France, surrounding by books, and not be able to read a single one. Not even my own.

I only visited a handful of French bookstores but I was struck, at every one, by how bright they are. T...

So I just returned from touring France in support of Wilderness. A short, small tour that opened with a literary festival at St. Malo, which is in Brittany, and which, I’m told, is lovely. I saw very little of the physical landscape—the Atlantic, the old city walls, the last resting place of Chateaubriand on its little tidal island—because my time was spent engaged with readers. With speaking to and meeting people. With talking about Wilderness and why I wrote it and how it happened. I think,...