I have really done it now. I have published my 19th book. This is the second book-length compilation of essays from this blog. This one is a little less bizarre than Laughing Blue, but it is also a little more autobiographical, which is probably worse.
I successfully got away with publishing a lot of photos in color in the e-book which made it cost $2.99. But the extra two dollars should be worth it. Especially because it has a lot of rememberries in it, and berries are fruit. Therefore, it should be viewed as a healthy part of your reading diet.
I have just now recovered from a computer crash. So, this post will have to be brief. I am still restoring programs with passwords I may have forgotten.
Yesterday Amazon delivered my first copy of The Wizard in his Keep. The novel was written almost entirely during the time I had to struggle with a computer that is breaking down more and more frequently.
Don’t get me wrong. Now that I am retired (and probably dying from one or more of my six incurable diseases, or the return of cancer, because I can’t afford to see the doctor anymore) I don’t have anything on my schedule all week that I didn’t put there myself. But I just finished a novel and published it. And all my bills are paid for the month. And I voted against the pumpkinhead and the rest of the Republicans too just for being elephants first and human beings second. So, I have today free to do whatever I want.
This link is to the NEW one, book # 17.
And not only that, I am giving away my book of essays for free from today until Tuesday midnight. It is made up of essays, most of which appeared on this blog sometime in the years since I started it in 2013.
Laughing Blue contains essays about what it is like to be a middle school English teacher who doesn’t have enough sense to hate kids. It is also about many other things you don’t often think about. Like what it feels like to resist becoming a nudist for most of your life and failing once you retire. And the love-life of the little sofa in Aunt Minnie’s TV room. And the Intergalactic Bad Poetry Contest, including some notable examples from aliens living in exile here on Earth.
You might really consider clicking on the link and getting yourself a copy. There are at least a few chuckles in that book. I know for a fact because I hunted them down, trapped them, and pasted them in there myself.
But those are the most important reasons that I have Friday Free. I got no worries… for the rest of my… week. So, I’m gonna have some fun.
I did it again. I now hold in my hands the first printed copy of A Field Guide to Fauns. It is my first pro-naturism novel, even though it is really more about healing from a traumatic divorce, abuse, and severe depression. It is set in a nudist park. Devon, the main character, is a fifteen-year-old boy struggling to adjust to a change in his parents’ custody arrangements after abuse and depression force him to live with a father who has remarried into a family of nudists. Devon is also an artist who deals with the world through drawing. And more than ever, Devon has begun to suspect that he is actually a mythological forest creature… a faun.
I am taking the day off from writing since I finished the novel yesterday. I need some unwinding time, so I am not writing stuff today. Re-read, edits, revisions, and proof-reads all begin tomorrow. So, don’t even count this post today. I am not writing today. Not even correcting spellling.
