Hello and welcome, reader.
The scent of spring fills my
head, if not the air, at Pajama Flats these days. Its arrival is a surprise,
too. As I’ve had my mind in other places so long, it snuck up on me. From here,
it’s only a minute ago that winter urged me to make another try at chasing
failure away from my door.
So, my next novel is on the way.
‘Things I Can’t Change’ is
a story that had to be told. It’s my seventh novel, and comes out on Tuesday,
April 11, 2023. Click the URL below to pre-order your copy today.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BY5JDY2Z?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420
I hope you like it. And thanks
for sharing the news with fellow readers.
Because I’m empty and need a few
weeks of rest. After putting out a pair of novels and an album of new Harwill music
over these last fourteen months, I’m pleased enough with the results to not
begrudge myself a break.
And while there’s little money in
such a tiny niche, it’s believed an honor to have one with whom to share my
stuff. So, more than anything else, I want to say thanks to you for being here.
Before the book publishes. After
that, it’s nothing but platitudes. As one must never appear affected by either work
or achievement. Because it’s considered poor form. But between you and me, I’m
thrilled with the latest works, and have my doubts about doing better in the
future.
Anyway, who knows how long these careers
last? I sure don’t. As tomorrow is promised to none of us, it doesn’t much
bother me, either. I’m just glad to have made it this far, and to have kept the
fire burning through these many years.
Mostly, I’m grateful to have had the
chance to do my thing.
And though empty now, and despite
the ever-present doubts, I’m looking forward to doing more of it, too. After I’ve
had a rest.
Meantime, the focus in these
parts is on healthy living. Because, once restored, whatever is coming next
will let me know. I no longer remember starting to count on that, but I have, and
for a long time, now, too.
It’s an act of faith. Though in
what, I don’t know. I’ve always claimed, to myself, it was in the work. But
even now, after so many years, I’m not sure. Lucky for me, it’s another thing
over which I worry little.
Instead, I spend as much time doing
as it takes.
The need to rest is part of doing
this work, however, and I stopped worrying over taking breaks from it long ago,
as well. I think that’s a result of experience, but it could be I’m foolish. Because
I know that when you’ve done something for a long while, it becomes a haven,
too.
And since learning that, I’ve made
a habit of hiding out in my work. In both literal and figurative senses. What’s
more, time off does little beyond making me want to get back to it.
But I need the rest, no matter
how much trouble it might cause. And I couldn’t enjoy it if I didn’t first tell
you there was a new book on the way.
So, there you go.
It’s time for the yearly cleanup here,
as well. That means everything, except the most popular example from the last calendar
year’s rambling discourse, will be archived by the time you read this post.
Thank you, once again, for being
here. And for sharing this with anyone you think might enjoy reading it, too.
- TFP
March 18, 2023
