It’s been a bit since I posted a “new” piece on this blog, having resorted to dragging out dusty bits that I had already posted on my other blogs in years past. There’s a fair amount of shame associated with doing so, this recycling business, but sometimes circumstances arise where it becomes necessary to do a little smoke and mirrors mess to keep things going. Through some type of kismet or happenstance, this blog has been attracting followers at a much brisker rate than any of my previous blog playgrounds, and I didn’t want to risk offending the new followers by hints of negligence. Therefore, I kept pulling out the dusty pieces and slapping them in here, hoping to maintain the momentum.
Still, we are all held accountable in some form or another (unless you’re a Republican, apparently), and it’s time that I fess up to what’s been going on in my twisted little life.
For the last few months, I’ve been working on my next book, an endeavor that can suck massive amounts of time out of your life. (Especially if you’re like me, who can spend hours working on the same paragraph because I’m so particular abount the wording that it would make some people claw their face out of frustration.) So I haven’t been truly faithful to this blog, at least not until now. Happily, my book is in the final stages of editing, with an actual endpoint on the horizon. Yay. I’m on the brink of that delicious point where I can wrap up a writing project, and then just breathe for a month or two, and sit back while the forces of nature and anonymous Internet critics do what they will with my literary offspring.
In other words, expect fresh pieces from me in the near future, rather than stale but hopefully still relevant missives from days gone by. This post is the first of the freshness. (Be sure to burp your Tupperware so that it remains fresh for as long as possible.)
Speaking of my new book (a line that I will be using a lot in coming days as the somewhat-loathsome but necessary self-promotion kicks in), I think I have finalized the cover design for the impending book. I had a small “competition” in one of the Bonnywood Manor groups on Facebook. (There are two such groups. Have I mentioned that I overthink things?) I offered up three finalists in my book design madness, and I encouraged the members to sound off on the whys and the why nots. Much to my relish, the end result of this little adventure led to a majority vote for the cover design that I really wanted in the first place.
And here it is:
Now, for those of you who only know me via this blog, there may be some confusion as to what in the world the book might be about, or why I designed the cover in the way that I did. (Hell, even if you’ve known me since I shot out of the womb, you’re probably confused.) Suffice it to say that the new book concerns a roughly 24-hour period wherein certain members of my family showed up in Dallas so that we could all march forth to a certain amusement park, and then I proceeded to somewhat lose my mind because people were not paying attention to my needs and expectations.
Sound fun? Or at least familiar?
Stay tuned for more updates. And thanks for sticking with me so far…