Sometimes Death takes too damn long

Noticed an obit in the paper this morning, a former boss. A difficult man to work for (you didn't work _with_ him), he had been slipping mentally for years before I left his office. And that was over fifteen years ago. In lieu of flowers, donations to the Association for Frontal Temporal Dementia. (Should that be "for" or "against"?)

I never liked the guy, but I wouldn't wish that death on our neighbor's yappy chihuahua.

The writing so-called life

Received the twice-yearly royalty statement from Publisher via Nice Agent Lady today, check included. Now we can eat for a few more weeks. The upside would be that WINTER OAK has earned out its advance and paid a few dollars above. And SUMMER COUNTRY still shows sales. DRAGON'S EYE hasn't earned out yet, but this statement only covers two months' worth of sales. Tune in next October for the next exciting episode.

And buy more books, folks....

Printed off the draft of SIGNATURES Chapter XXII this morning. Fat Wizard (and the deluded reading public) Learn Things.