If I can see the letter H…
Good afternoon from cloudy Vermont. There’s a nip in the air–that’s for certain, and as soon as I got home from work I threw on my overlarge Red Sox hoodie. I just can’t bear to turn on the heat just yet.
Tim updated our booth at the Mall and it’s looking mighty spiffy. He added half-mannikins to display Serena’s tees, and a shelf for my books. He plans on acquiring some wooden crates to add more merchandise. Won’t it be fine if I can add my fourth book in time for the Christmas season? I think I’m scheduled for a book signing there on September 14th, Saturday, from 1 to 3 PM, just my old books, but they are certainly new to the Burlington market. Perhaps I’ll see some of you there.
Regarding Quill Point, if all goes well, it will be published and in our hands by October 15th. Though I’m not 100 percent sure all will go well, since this book was supposed to be out in July, what is there to do but hope? And you know me–if I can see the letter H, I’ll grab it.
I’ve had a change at work. I no longer work afternoons and evenings, but the regular hours of 8 to 4 PM. What a joy it is to be home with my family at night–I guess I should thank my early-developing cataracts for that, as they are keeping me from driving and seeing clearly at night. It feels like cheating to be here–what is it about yankees that they can only process joy if it’s tinged with a touch of suffering? I gotta work on that.
I leave you with a photo of our display. Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.