…and whatever else crosses my mind tonight. Yes, I realize there was no column last week and I fully intended to post something so everyone would know I was all right, but then the Woman started playing Enterprise on the TV and I got all wrapped up in that, and then there was food, and the next thing I knew it was Thursday and by then it was kinda late, so…
I also had some last minute work to attend to. Like, a brand new book. A long time ago I was asked if I would ever write another not-Wick book, and things snowballed, and I decided to interview Buddah. Lots of kitties weighed in with their questions, and then Buddah and I sat down to get started…a year ago.
It started as an interview but along the way turned into a long conversation. We just talked; I asked him all the things people wanted to know, but we bounced around from thing to thing, from the Big Thing to the stories he’s like to tell someday, to a little bit of writing advice from him, and to an understanding between us. It was not the book I intended it to be, but it’s the book it needed to be. For me. I needed this one.
It’s available right now on Amazon for the Kindle and Kindle app, and in print. It’s also up on a few other stores in digital format (Barnes & Noble, I think, and Kobo, probably a few others) and more will follow as it propagates through the distribution system, and the print version should start popping up in places other than Amazon within a week.
Will I write another book? I hope so. I’ve been working on some poetry, but I only have a few that are what I want them to be, so we’ll see how that goes. And I’m helping the Woman with notes on a new Wick book, but this one will jump forward, and it might take a while. We’re just taking notes right now, so she knows exactly what I want for a new series. I want it to be fun and funny and maybe have a lighter tone, but again, we’ll see. Somehow I always manage to drift into the Big Stuff and make people cry.
I mean, that’s a talent, but I really want to make them laugh, too.
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The only questions I got in email this week boil down to this: are you okay? And doods, I am happy to report…yeah, I’m okay. My meds have been sorted, I have healed up from what seems to have been an injury that was making me not want to move and not want to eat, and I am eating reasonably well.
The Woman is not happy because I’ve lost more weight and am down to 8.5 pounds, but it is what it is. I’m acting normally, I’m eating, I’m using the litter box (though even I have to admit, sometimes I don’t manage to get in all the way and have let loose all over the floor) and I seek out her lap every day. I’m doing everything I was doing before…and that’s good.
Honestly, right now my only issue is age. And to paraphrase an old quote… I don’t regret that, because age is a privilege denied to many. And doods, there are so many good things about it! You can get away with anything, because, well, you’re old and no one gets made at an old man. I haven’t tried it yet but I’m pretty sure I could pee all over someone and they would be all, aww, Max, it’s okay, I’ll clean you up.
Now I kinda want to try it. Or maybe not. But I get food whenever I want, a lap whenever I want–no kidding, it doesn’t matter what a person is doing, they stop and let me sit on them–and if I don’t feel like being social, they bring food to me!
Doods…I HAVE MINIONS!
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Y’all have a great week. Mine will be spent avoiding the spinning wheels of the Woman’s inside dammit machine. She’s doing a virtual ride to raise money for childhood cancers, but because of the air here (all full of smoke and ash…there are a lot of fires near here still) she’s doing it in the front room in front of a tiny TV, and holy fork…I am learning some new things for the Bad Word List.
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If you have questions, leave them in the comments or in email and I’ll get to them next week.