All I need are eight more hours in every day, then I could keep up. If I figure out how to do it, I’m going to add my eight hours between 5 AM and noon when my energy and ambition and coffee intake are at their peak. It’s probably a simple fix–just slow the rotation of the planet. How could this hurt? Is there anybody who can’t use a little more time, even if it’s just to sleep? I would use two of my extra hours for sleep, which would pump my total up to six per night. Now and then I might sacrifice one of those hours for an episode of “Dexter.”
In the meantime, this week I corrected the proofs for my new novel, Hangtime, A Confession, which is due out this winter. Click on my News link to have a look at the cover art and publisher’s press release. I also hammered out another few pages in a literary mystery novel that, at the moment, is called Jigsaw. I’m toying with the idea of changing the title to D, for reasons that would become clear in the novel. What do you think? Which title is more likely to grab your interest? Send your vote to my publicity manager at mallardpointproductions@neo.rr.com and she’ll tabulate the results. I’ll send a telepathic “Thank you!” your way. (Though unless I manage to put the brakes on the planet’s spin, I’m sure I won’t have time to actually respond.)
In other news: two new writing articles slated for The Writer. “How to Weather the Literary Climate” in September, “The Writer’s Obligation” in January.
Meantime summer wanes, September looms, and my last innoculation of caffeine is about to expire.
Until next time….
