Tricky, I didn't sign any NDA. The work I did for you pre-dates the current wave of paranoia. What's been holding that up for the past 2 years?
BTW, everyone, I remembered something about the NDAs, something he discussed with me over the phone during the summer when he started passing them out like PEZ along with his contracts:
He got the idea from an old book he found about legal contracts for artists and authors. I remember the book; it came out shortly after I started working at a bookstore in Florida around 1992/93. It was quite handy, as it gave generic outlines for basic agreements between publishers and creators.
They still needed to be notarized. If all you did was email it back to him, it's about as binding as the electricity it took to send it.
The whole idea behind the NDAs is fairly recent, probably within the past 8 months or so. I know the one he sent me -- and I never signed -- is dated from June or July. Which also makes me wonder what legal bindings are holding up TotS #1; that work was completed back in late 1994/early 1995, to be introduced at the Spooky convention that got canceled twice.
But, back to my query:
Where's my money, Tricky?
Go ahead, claim some precious NDA. But y'know what I realized? You would've broken the NDA by allowing me to be mentioned in Mr Johnston's article, hoping that I would back up your claims. Which would mean I had nothing holding me back about speaking freely.
Woof woof, Tricky; you screwed the pooch.
Doc 'Doggie Style' Absurd