“Gazing from my window,” Paul Simon wrote, “…on a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow….”
Yep, me too. All is white and hushed…and cold. Now that I seldom get a chance to hit the ski slopes, I hate the cold. Not so Hannah the pup, who sits by the window and gazes longingly toward the house next door, where her boyfriend Sammy lives, that manly hunk of black Lab–sort of an Elvis of the Labrador world. She would gladly brave the snow to romp through it with him. So I tell her, “Later maybe.” While I’m shoveling the driveway and cursing the snowplow driver, she can indulge in a roll or two with Sammy.
Elsewhere, in a place where there is no snow and the sun shines regularly, my novel Hangtime, A Confession has been officially released. My thanks to NewPages.com, where the title recently appeared as a New & Noteworthy publication. My thanks too to all the readers who have asked me when they can read it. Well, when is now. And just to show my appreciation, if you send an email to Hannah at mallardpointproductions@neo.rr.com letting her know where you purchased a copy of Hangtime, she will send a signed first edition hardcover (signed by me, not her) of either Mysticus or The Luckiest Man In the World for my cost of $10 plus $4 shipping. Or, if you’d prefer, a signed and numbered limited edition of In A Town Called Mundomuerto for $20 plus $4 shipping. I have a limited number of each of these copies available, so first emails, first served.
On Monday I begin the rewrites for The Boy Who Shoots Crows. Had a long chat with my editor not long ago to discuss the changes, nothing major, nothing onerous, all good, all good for the novel. Muy simpatico, my editor and me. It’s going to be such a pleasure working with her.
But for now the snow accumulates, and Hannah is giving me that hangdog look. Time to pull on the gloves and scarf and cap, time to clear my driveway of a few hundred pounds of snow. Time to let the dogs out.
