Jack took a trip with Mom over the last several days. They went to Hershey Park, saw one of the Treehouse Master’s treehouses (see below), went to Fallingwater, and visited my brother-in-law in Philadelphia. Bones and I are glad to have them back. We did too much emotional eating without them.
This morning Jack and I watched Summerslam 2014 and then I went to the gym, because clearly it is I who must defeat Brock Lesnar. We still have a bunch of housework to do, but I think we’re going to take it easy this afternoon and get serious tomorrow.
A few updates on my next novel, BELL WEATHER:
– Holt will publish the book in July 2015. The tentative date is 7/7.
– It’s more or less done. I have a copy-editing round coming up, during which I will correct lots of stupid errors I failed to catch in my own many read-throughs.
– We’re considering cover-design options. I’ll post the finalized cover here as soon as I’m able.
– My agent and editor are Men of Worth.
– I’ll begin working on the sequel this September.
Jack is on a multi-day trip with my wife (Jack & Mom Summer, Day 2), so Bones and I are protecting the home and eating bacon. Yesterday I noticed how Bones’ chest fur resembles a star, or perhaps a base-jumping yeti.
We toured the Gardner Earl Chapel in Troy, NY today, which has a number of astonishing Tiffany Glass windows.
Aside from my increasing interest in vinyl, the following quote speaks to my now abandoned hobby of growing giant pumpkins, as well as my never to be abandoned writing of novels:
For the truly compulsive hobbyist, there comes a time when a collection gathers weight — metaphysical, existential weight. It becomes as much a source of anxiety as of joy.
Source: The Brazilian Bus Magnate Who’s Buying Up All the World’s Vinyl Records
Family screening of THE BLOB.
We unexpectedly found a fine copy of Iron Maiden’s Somewhere in Time at Camelot Village Antiques in Bennington, VT. We also got fudge.