A day early? Surely not?
C’s loving the garden…
Phew. I’m exhausted. Marking books, writing reports. And whereas our hoity-toity public school teachers have just over 2 weeks left before the summer break, us hard-working state school teachers have our nose pressed against the grindstone for another 5 weeks. I’m not sure I’m going to make it before some useful part of me falls off and can’t be sewn back on again. I’ll do my best.
US politics, which has been my very own soap opera for the last year or so, is beginning to wear me down. It is now so partisan that it’s difficult to establish where the truth is. I reckon if His Trumpleness continues to rip immigrant children from their parents at the border and then stick them in cages in a disused Walmart in downtown Texas, there’s going to by a Civil War. There is so much hatred out there it’s going to be difficult, if not impossible, to heal. Donald has to take responsibility for this. He is the man setting the tone of the argument.
I’m now waiting patiently for two proof copies of For Good Men To Do Nothing to arrive. C has just shouted from the kitchen, where she is making some other fatless mixture of grass and root vegetables, ‘Hopefully this will be the one that will really take off?’ Let’s keep our fingers crossed. I have to say that there are around 5,000 copies of my books in circulation and I am close to 300 unique reviews (4.2/5.0 average) across all platforms. That, I guess, in itself is a good thing. But, as I’ve said countless times here – I’m after 10-books a day, which should give us a small but really helpful income. Currently I am one-tenth of that, so there is some way to go. I will, as always, keep you up to date.
That’s all from me. C tells me I’m a day early with this. That just shows you how befuddled my brain is at the moment.
Have a good week!
