Autumn is kicking through one cold front at a time. The Halloween decorations are going up, and my birthday is at the end of the week. So, as of today, I’m declaring the start of Birthday Week, banishing as much negativity as I’m empowered to banish, ignoring the rest, and pushing forward to what’s next.
I know some men take the attitude of, “Whaddya, five years old?” when it comes to celebrating birthdays in adult life, but the older I get, the more impressed I am that I managed to pull off another year. Another year, another novel written and published, another one in the works. One child fully adult and moved out, another set to graduate high school in May, and I know he’s not sticking around if he can help it. He’s even made a point of telling me it’s nothing personal, he just wants his own thing going on. I love him for that. I may not have money or a big house, but at least I didn’t raise a couple of basement-dwelling slobs. No, that’s my job.
I remind his mother she’ll only be washing his stinking football togs for only five more weeks for the rest of her life. There are smells and sounds and people and things going away, and check us out. We’re here to bear witness. As my favorite line from an American playwright goes, “Attention must be paid.” Or not— hey, you do what you want—but as long as I’m still standing, it will.
Meanwhile, who likes gory and violent zombie apocalypse stories? I have a couple of books. They’re part of a series, but you won’t get lost if you pick up one before the other. The best birthday present for me would be to sell 100,000 of either one, or both of these over the next couple of months or so, if not right away. Indeed, it would solve all my problems.
I remind his mother she’ll only be washing his stinking football togs for only five more weeks for the rest of her life. There are smells and sounds and people and things going away, and check us out. We’re here to bear witness. As my favorite line from an American playwright goes, “Attention must be paid.” Or not— hey, you do what you want—but as long as I’m still standing, it will.
Meanwhile, who likes gory and violent zombie apocalypse stories? I have a couple of books. They’re part of a series, but you won’t get lost if you pick up one before the other. The best birthday present for me would be to sell 100,000 of either one, or both of these over the next couple of months or so, if not right away. Indeed, it would solve all my problems.
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| Book 1 has ONE exploding head on its cover. |
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| Book 2 has TWO exploding heads. See the pattern here? |
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