books, beer, and boredom

Wish I had more to report, but I don’t. Deb worked Friday night so Savannah and I went to Olive Garden, had some pasta, and then went to the bookstore. I picked up HP Lovecraft: The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories, and The Best American Short Stories of 2006. Savannah got a couple of books. She read one of them in one evening.

Saturday I made a fire in the fireplace, sat in front of said fireplace, and read until about three, when I showered and got my beer ration. Deb and the girls went to a church program, which mercifully, I was able to avoid.

Today is more reading and writing, and that’s about it. Not to thrilling, but I know that thousands of you hang on every word I write here, so I don’t want to disappoint.

Last week I did get a call from a book publisher about sample chapters of a book I had sent them years before. But they want money from ME to publish it. I had them send a sample of books they had already done, and it was unreadable crap. They just want my money. How sad.