Still slacking with my entries. Haven’t meant be neglectful, but the world keeps creeping in and, of late, it’s taken a cudgel to beat it back.
Young Jack turned 10 yesterday. Highlight of the week, I think. Lawn dude came with his aerating machine and punched holes in the grass. That was pretty good too.
Been on a deep dive into Cormac McCarthy’s The Passenger, after a waiting a year to start it, and have found it to be a pleasant surprise. A nice respite, too, after the Mailer biography.
Sent off “Undone” a few days ago, and hoping it finds a good home. Close with “Cold Reckoning” too. If all goes well with the last revisions I should have it in the mail by next week. “On the Rocks” as well.
Not a whole lot else to crow about.