Right now, if I am not bulldozing or consulting, I am walking the dog. And, trust me, the dog and I are getting the bulk of the time so far this year. Bulldozing ended with the rain (but maybe today will be dry enough) and consulting ended at Xmas. From now on, it is just dogs and salvage and Craigslist. And socializing. And counting down………….
Of course, we still have the book to launch but it has been caught up in the minutiae stage. The ‘print version’ is ready, the ‘Kindle’ version is ready and the e-reader (different from Kindle but suitable for libraries) version will be ready soon but all three take different formatting efforts and we are planning on a three-beachhead attack. The plan: launch when ALL is ready! L-minus 3 days and counting……..
And all is just not-quite ready………..not quite….just….not….details, details, details………
This is easy for me to say because Sal is doing it all. It is she who has to marshal all the minutiae in the manuscript. It is she who has to satisfy the publishing algorithm demands. It is all computer-robot-driven these days, it seems. But she is becoming a publishing expert right before my eyes. ‘Pixels’, ‘DPI’, ‘margins’, ‘fonts’, ‘points’, ‘indents’ and the like are sprinkled throughout her conversation only half of which is audible as she tends to talk to herself as she works. I hear the swear words clearly, though, (and a sleeping Fiddich is launched to his feet!) but the rest is just a constant murmur as we sit and type together. And drink tea.
I’d rather be with Kubby.
Or my new-old, broken motorbike. Which I have not yet had a chance to mess with.
Course, it could be worse. I could be anywhere else in the rest of Canada covered in snow, shoveling, snow-blowing or trying to do stuff in 40 below. For all my hearty, mountain-manliness, I am no longer interested in snow. Not in the least. Or mud.
Or mountains, now that I actually think about it. Basically I am just a soft-pillow kinda mountain man. Like Pillsbury. My mountain-manliness comes from the silhouette I cast rather than my interests. I prefer gravel pits, beaches and off-the-leash parks now.
As you can see by this post, I am slipping into a drooling coma…..waiting on tenterhooks. Waiting for something to happen. Celebrity. Booker, Giller, Stephen Leacock. Building damage, lawsuits, bleeding. Groupies. Going fast out of control ’cause the throttle stuck! SOMETHING!
It is time to get 2015 on the road!