After many weeks of slacking
I'm just back from a tree-planting tour, shut down by snow falling on cedars at the back of the beautiful (if you glaze over the clearcuts) Jervis Inlet, 100 kilometres north of Sechelt on the Sunshine Coast. Forget blogging--the only way to telecommunicate is via satellite (at around $3/minute).
I arrived home to find a rodent under my kitchen sink and a spanky new copy of my own book in a Fedex pack. A strange thing, finding "a giant mouse" has been eviscerating used tea bags in your absence. I feel slightly burgled. An even stranger thing, thumbing through your first book. I would imagine it's like holding your newborn and deciding it looks nothing like the person you imagined in gestation. Yet it has four limbs, is breathing, and you are sort of guiltily happy.
An excerpt from Ladykiller is up, finally. You can read it here.
I arrived home to find a rodent under my kitchen sink and a spanky new copy of my own book in a Fedex pack. A strange thing, finding "a giant mouse" has been eviscerating used tea bags in your absence. I feel slightly burgled. An even stranger thing, thumbing through your first book. I would imagine it's like holding your newborn and deciding it looks nothing like the person you imagined in gestation. Yet it has four limbs, is breathing, and you are sort of guiltily happy.
An excerpt from Ladykiller is up, finally. You can read it here.
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