Sounds like a soap opera, doesn’t it? Well, my old nemesis of a malady has crept back to me, quieter than the proverbial cat-footed fog. That’s life. One day you’re up and one day you’re down. If you’re going to be thankful for the ups, you might as well have patience through the downs. I suppose the ups don’t seem all the nice without the downs as bookends, no?
Anyway, I’m off work for a month and confined to bed. The plan is to sleep a great deal, mend, cautiously eat minute amounts of food, and generally let the world spin on by. I suppose I can still fiddle around on the computer and get a little writing done, but I imagine I’m going to end up reading more books than writing. Already, in the last three days I’ve read seven books and I’ve just started my eighth: Ellis Peters’ Dead Man’s Ransom–one of her Brother Cadfael mysteries. I’ve read all the Cadfael books before, of course, but there’s nothing like sitting down for a chat with a trusted old friend.
In happier news, I just received print proofs for A Storm in Tormay. It’s come out rather nice, but, good grief, the book is gigantic. I had to bind it in the 7×10 size, otherwise the page count went above what Createspace can physically print. It ended up at 748 pages and weighs 3.5 lbs. It can either be read, used as a doorstop, or catapulted in lieu of large round stones. I’m afraid it also hideously expensive ($24.99), but that’s unavoidable, due to Createspace’s base cost of $22-something. C’est la vie. I’m not planning on selling a lot of these. What I am planning on doing is sending them out to select reviewers and for presents, as I’m allowed to buy them a whole lot cheaper.