A good and chilly evening to you, my friends,
Yes, to borrow part of George Clooney’s song - where are you Spring? Usually by this time, it’s in the 70s or higher every day and the sun shines brightly overhead.
Last night we got another soaking rain, and the sun tried to come out a few times today, but wasn’t very anxious to burn off those pesky clouds.
Now, it’s turning colder yet with a sharp, cold wind out of the North. Come on, Bill the groundhog, and let up on us.
Today we saw the doc about Carol’s blood work, and she is right in the middle in every category. The doc says he wishes everyone could be that good. Now, to get her eyes fixed.
It won’t be long until she turns 72, and for a “middle-aged” gal, she’s in great shape - no wonder I love her so much!
Tonight I will order 250 copies of “Palmyra, Isle of Death”. I put it off for a few days, hoping against hope that it would warm up enough to have a big book signing when the copies get here. But, even with the cold, I’ll go ahead and get the order in. Maybe by the time they do get here, it will warm up.
I’m slowly, but surely, getting the first novel I ever wrote edited. “The Lost Priest” was my first effort at writing, and believe me; it has changed significantly from the first draft. It has two parts: “The Lost Soul” and “The Lost Spirit”. It is also my longest novel - 350 pages so far. I plan to publish it late in the fall, right after “The Texas Two Card Hold ‘em Heist” - the third in the “Yes, we ‘con’” trilogy, (which may soon turn into a series) - the fourth novel is 1/3 of the way done. I hope to get busy writing the remainder very soon.
It is nice to have two novels waiting to be published when I’ve just submitted my fifth to the publisher - the one about Palmyra.
That gives me some leeway for when I want to publish the remaining ones.
I’ve had a lot of nice comments on my “doll” stories I did for the Rockport “Curves”. I hope to be able to purchase a scanner, (then learn how to operate it), and put them online on either my Facebook page or this blog. They are cute and I think you’ll enjoy them when I finally get to them.
Now, I’d like to ask a favor of you among my viewers who have ordered or read one of my novels.
I need several “reviews” for my press kit for the Texas Book Festival.
PLEASE, if you have time, send me a review on any book of mine to: P. O. Box 2096, Rockport, TX 78381-2096
You can check out a couple reviews I posted to my blog a few days ago for the proper format.
Just let me know what you thought of my writing and the plot of the storyline. Use your own words - that impresses the judges better than canned phrases. Thanks in advance.
So, for now, I’ll close with a few thoughts that my sister-in-law sent my way. I hope you enjoy them.
Here they are:
Thoughts for 2010
Birds of a feather flock together … and then they crap on your car.
A penny saved is a government oversight.
The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
He who hesitates is probably right.
Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are XL.
If you think there is good in everybody, you haven’t met everybody.
If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
The sole purpose of a child’s middle name is so he can tell when he’s really in trouble.
There’s always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don’t hurt.
Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words ‘The’ and ‘IRS’ together it spells ‘Theirs’
Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, think of Algebra.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today, it’s called golf.
So, now, until next time,
Vaya con Dias, my friends,
Karl & Carol
