Avoiding the Obvious Puns
You heard me. Myrna Loy.
If you’re following me on Twitter or Facebook, then you may have seen some recent late night posts about harpies. A few people have asked if this is for a new project, something as yet unannounced.
Yes. Yes it is.
I know I’ve whined about it for a while now but this new project is finally building up some momentum now.
Slowly. But it’s there.
And, as a few of you have figured out: It takes place in the Underworld. Again.
And yes: A few familiar faces are likely to put in an appearance.
(It has a title, this new book. In case you were wondering. But I’m not quite ready to share it yet.)
I have no idea how long this story will take to write. I suspect it’s a long one.
Which means you’ll have to settle for little posts and tidbits that I learn along the way, such as: It turns out that harpies can be rather lovely. Turns out that it’s sirens who are the ugly ones, apparently. But you’re wise to steer clear of both, if it all possible.
The good news is, we have some tentative dates for new books next year.
As it stands right now, my next novel The Red Boy will go on sale in the Spring. I think it’s going to be one that people will like — at least, it’s one I like a lot.
Later in 2013, my book 430 will go on sale just in time for Halloween. This one is probably my most personal work to date. In fact, it’s a memoir.
You heard me.
Keeping a Stiff Upper Lip Neck Arm
A few weeks back I managed to drag my rapidly disintegrating frame to the doctor for my annual checkup.
It turns out that my suspicions we correct: I am, in fact, getting old.
The eye test was laughable. I didn’t notice when my right eye decided to stop working (mostly) but it appears that it has.
And x-rays have revealed that my stiff neck is actually arthritis, which is almost certainly affecting the nerves running down my left arm. Which is probably why my arm has recently developed the habit of suddenly going numb or (worse) twisting itself into aching cramps.
I would complain about this sort of thing but I have friends who’ve lost parents and grandparents this year, friends who’ve been diagnosed with cancer and other nasty ailments, friends who struggle every day with every possible disappointment or despair.
And that’s just the people I know. There’s a whole lot of sad in the world, especially these days.
I tend not to take things for granted. Now more than ever.
Time is Running Out
There’s still time to pick up sale copies of Assam & Darjeeling and Matters of Mortology — but you really should order today if you want to get them in time for the holidays.
Lots of people have been buying them for friends and family as gifts this year. And each purchase comes with a free eBook version as well.