Blurbing Over
I have not written any stories in over a year now. This is a bad thing. I managed to write one that I was reasonably pleased with last year for Ron Suresha's anthology of bi-men stories to be published next year, but that's been my total production ever since I fell out of my routines after my heart attack in January 2004. It's not like I'm out of ideas or anything — far from it! — but more that I have not relearned how to set aside the quiet time to focus my mind and energy on storytelling through writing. Soon, I hope.
Anyway, that story was a rough draft of some characters I had in mind to turn into my first novel, and that mental work is still progressing, albeit not at breathtaking pace. The book does have a tentative title though: Cottonwood, Kansas. I think, though, in time-honored authorial and superstitious fashion, that I'll bide my time before saying anything more about it.
However, thanks to Maud Newton, I could entertain my fantasies a bit with the Blurb-O-Matic, by John Warner, and spend a few moments enjoying the critical acclaim that will meet the book when it is published:
Diseased, uplifted, and thunderstruck! An unforgettable must-read!
A shimmering journey of shark attacks that will leave you dazzled!
A stunning legend of magic and possibility that will leave you overwhelmed!
I was staggered after reading this glittering escapade!
A fuzzy jaunt of the infinite universe that will leave you breathless!