Christmas Eve, as a difficult and painful year is ending....
Christmas Eve, as a difficult and painful year is ending. Windy here, and chilly for California (my friend Laurie, who grew up in the Bitterroot Mountains of Idaho in a cabin which was heated only by a wood-stove, sneers at me if I say, "It's cold."). I look forward to a quiet evening watching something simple and pleasant on TV - "American Graffiti," or possibly "Godzilla" - and rising early to do the Family Thing: the first Christmas without my Dad.
I will tender my usual apologies for not being better about posting this year. I feel a bit like I've fallen off the planet, and have not seen nearly as much of my friends as I'd wish, something I'll try to remedy in the new year. I find I'm still not back to 100% of my energy after having pneumonia almost two years ago (my friends who've also done that have warned me this is perfectly usual); I get tired more easily, and am grossly behind on my writing, mostly due to losing the summer to Dad's illness. I don't go back to teaching until February 6, so with luck will catch myself up. I'm pleased - and mildly surprised - that I DID complete a book this year, the World War One Zombie Apocalypse novel "Pale Guardian," (7th in the Asher and Ysidro series) which, people tell me, is already on sale in the U.K., so I'm looking forward to getting copies any time. I also managed to do a couple of novelettes for Amazon, including a Ben January story involving the infamous Moon Hoax of 1837. Again, with luck, I hope to get a couple more up early in the new year.
Many thanks for your patience and support. I wish all my friends here a happy holiday - I would say the cats with you one also, but that would be a lie and you all probably know it. The cats don't give a crap about anything but their dinner. (They'll all spend the day in lock-down tomorrow, and serve them right).
Merry Christmas to all, and to all good-night.
I will tender my usual apologies for not being better about posting this year. I feel a bit like I've fallen off the planet, and have not seen nearly as much of my friends as I'd wish, something I'll try to remedy in the new year. I find I'm still not back to 100% of my energy after having pneumonia almost two years ago (my friends who've also done that have warned me this is perfectly usual); I get tired more easily, and am grossly behind on my writing, mostly due to losing the summer to Dad's illness. I don't go back to teaching until February 6, so with luck will catch myself up. I'm pleased - and mildly surprised - that I DID complete a book this year, the World War One Zombie Apocalypse novel "Pale Guardian," (7th in the Asher and Ysidro series) which, people tell me, is already on sale in the U.K., so I'm looking forward to getting copies any time. I also managed to do a couple of novelettes for Amazon, including a Ben January story involving the infamous Moon Hoax of 1837. Again, with luck, I hope to get a couple more up early in the new year.
Many thanks for your patience and support. I wish all my friends here a happy holiday - I would say the cats with you one also, but that would be a lie and you all probably know it. The cats don't give a crap about anything but their dinner. (They'll all spend the day in lock-down tomorrow, and serve them right).
Merry Christmas to all, and to all good-night.
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I am working my way through the Benjamin January novels and loving every minute of them. Thank you!
Barbara, many, many thanks to you for the decades of great reading you have given to me. A gift that recurs at least once a year! As much as I read, that's been a whole lot of joy!I'm fairly sure that The Walls of Air was the first one of your books that I ever read. And I was hooked! Hard to believe that this was almost 34 years ago. I was a young mother then, with a two year old. That two year old is now going on 36 and I am not too many years away from being a senior citizen.
It's also hard to believe that I still have The Walls of Air paperback, though I think I might need to toss it just because it is so old that the paper is friable!
My thanks again, and my best wishes for 2017 to be a much better year for you than 2016.
Our best wishes for a long healthy life, writing many more books...