Morning plays ball-game;
lobs sun over horizon
where ocean meets sky.
The proof copy of my urban fantasy novel Desiccation has arrived! Here I am posing in front of my bookshelf that’s populated with the works of all those literary greats who have inspired me to write.
When I showed the book to my son, Joshua, he inspected the front and back cover, browsed through a page or two (just like someone visiting a shop or library) and declared, “Wow, it looks like a real book!”
I am so excited. But now to stay level and proofread it through with absolute concentration. The formatting looks good, but there might still be a sneaky little typo hiding somewhere.
My eBook version is ready, but waiting for conversion to html after I’m sure there are no typos in the paperback copy.
Then it’s all systems go.
But before cracking on with the last stage, I’m taking a breather until next Tuesday to spend time doing something other than book-related stuff.
Am exhausted, but jubilant…
See you all next week xxxx
You’ve agreed with each other, five years is long enough. Your voices tunnel through my ears into my bruised brain.
The doctor says, “If by some miracle your mother regains consciousness, she’ll be a vegetable.”
What sort? A carrot, cabbage, or potato? Fried, roasted, half-baked, perhaps? Indeed, you’ve decided to uproot me from this life and cast me into the earth like a shriveled pod.
Foolish you, discussing your inheritances while standing at my bedside.
When you leave, I’m going to perform a double miracle and you won’t see me for the dust, my discarded life-support tubes your constant reminder.