Yesterday it struck me that the Strongbox Chronicles might make a good quick read. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever actually had a genuine impulse to read one of my own books. I haven’t yet done so, but maybe I will in the next few days. It sounds like just the right speed. Killarney photos are up. There might be more later when Ted’s gone through his, but for now, there are mine. Plus what’s getting posted on kitsnaps ( if you want the syndicated feed). I managed…
*stress*
Zilli, the darling idiot, jumped or fell out of the second floor (first floor for you weird Europeans) window all the way to the ground, and has badly sprained, bruised or broken his right front paw. It’s all swollen up and he’s favoring it, and when we tried to look at it he yowled. He appears to be otherwise fine; when it became clear he was favoring that leg we both held him and very carefully checked his whole shoulder and leg with gentle squeezes to see if he protested,…
just life
My big accomplishment for the day has been cleaning the kitty litter. All right, that’s not entirely true. I wrote most of a new chapter and am working on another one. I’m at about 72.5K and would like to reach 75K on the book this evening. Donno if it’ll happen, but at least I’m still writing. says Famous Writers get to have personal assistants, not wives. I don’t think I’m that famous, but just in case, anyone wishing to apply for a position as my personal assistant may email their…
picture framing
So I just got the print for the HEART OF STONE cover and it’s lovely, and now I must get it framed. Herein lies a problem. Everywhere that I’ve seen in Cork that does picture framing does a very … old-school style of framing. Either plain black wood or heavily ornate gold stuff. Not much in the way of matting or color choices or anything. It is all, to my American sensibilities, quite awful. This and this are a couple of not especially great photos of some of our artwork…
I need a wife.
I would like to have someone come clean the house, do laundry, and prepare meals for me for at least the next several days and possibly the next several weeks, until I’m done with these goddamned books. I’m inching along on writing and it’s a quarter to seven and intellectually I’m aware that I need to go make food. I do not want to. I don’t want to have to think about food, and traditionally my response to not wanting to think about food means eating things that are incredibly…