My father turns 92 in a few days. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. "Nothing" was his answer. And nothing he shall receive. I was going to send in to the White House and see if the president would send him a card. Apparently, they do that, but then I realized the president was Donald Trump and nobody wants a card from him, so I didn't bother.
I thought about getting him a jigsaw puzzle, but doubt he'd like it. I decided to give him his wish and nothing he shall have.
There are some thing I wish I could get him to do. A really old guy can get away with stuff I can't.
Sit in his driveway and take pictures of the neighbors all day long.
When my brother goes to work, have the crazy old man sitting in his garage. That would confuse my brother for days. Why are you here, dad? I don't know.
Put my dad's car in my brother's garage. Why is your car in my garage, dad? I don't know.
Have him order a trash dumpster put in his driveway. [My brother has to drive past the crazy old man's house to get to his house] My brother would ask him why he got the dumpster? I got a bag of lawn trimmings.
Have him go to my brother's house at dinner time when they weren't expecting him. Why are you here, dad? I thought we were having dinner. Never mind and walk away.
Have him go to my brothers house with an 18 year old girl and introduce Misty as his new fiance. "We're getting married tomorrow." [Oh, how I wish I could get him to do this one. Oh please.]
Well, these actually have more to do with antagonizing my brother. But that's the kind of guy I am.
Friday, March 22, 2019
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
One of the publishers I've worked with over the years is Hadrosaur Productions. They currently have two of my books on their newly refurbished web page. You can get my just released novella Fallen Angel as well as my book Legends of the Dragon Cowboys. They've got some other books you might like as well. Check it out: http://hadrosaur.com/
My own Science Fiction Trails Press has not been very active, publishing the annual magazine but nothing else the past two years. That's mainly because our last few anthologies have sold so poorly that I've been reluctant to add more money losing ventures to the mix. Whilst I've considered a few projects, so far I've been reluctant to return to a more aggressive publishing menu. Sty tuned.
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
One thing about writing that I don't think non writers understand is how much work goes into a book. It really takes a lot of effort. I've been working on another story set in my 1800s California weird western universe with Mayans gods and Martians running around. Last night I came to the conclusion that the story I was doing simply was not working. What do you do when that happens? In my case, I decided to put the story aside for a while. I'll work on something else and revisit it in a few months. If I still can't figure out a way to make the story work, then I'll likely abandon it.
Monday, March 18, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Enjoy your St Patrick's Day. May you find your nearest Irish restaurant and have yourself a wonderful meal. Uh? Find some place that serves Irish beer then. That would be Harp or Guinness. Frankly, I don't care for either one. Just order Irish Whisky, they say it's like Scotch only not quite as good. I don't know any brands, I don't drink Irish whisky and I'm only part Irish so I just don't know. And there's something about corned beef--my mom made it for some reason. She wasn't Irish, so I'm not sure why. All I know is the Hostess Snowballs usually turn green for St Patrick's Day but not at the store I shop at. Otherwise, I don't understand St. Patrick's Day. I think you're supposed to hang a shamrock and stand under it and pretty red-haired girls will kiss you. Either that or little green men bring you a pot of gold.
Anyway, it's not Ground Hog Day, but have a nice holiday anyway!
Saturday, March 16, 2019
Word coming in from my Colorado friends that they've been suffering through widespread power outages for a few days now due to a really bad blizzard. That's not much fun. It seems to me winter should be winding down, but old Jack Frost seems to have other ideas. Then you hear the tragic stories of people using charcoal to heat their homes--let's hope not.