“Tis I, the Spirit of a Thousand Columns Past, back after a twelve-month silence to talk at you again in the flesh!”
(Sorry, but I’ve just reveled in the 1951 “Christmas Carol” film starring Alistair Sim; I can’t get the language and tone out of my head. What a film!)
But I am back, like Jacob Marley, not to haunt you but to talk with you again, at least once a month. And how I’ve missed our visits! As you may remember, I took the year’s sabbatical because Parkinsonism was so wearing me down that I thought I’d better break off and catch up on a stack of other writing projects.
And I’m back, not because Parkinson’s has suddenly vanished, as Marley did, but because I really did a lot of gaining ground: That stack of unfinished projects no longer threatens to topple and bury me at my desk.
What have I done? Well, a half-dozen articles in magazines, plus a full-length novel in the publisher’s hands, plus two other books finished and seeking publishers--and two more, each two-thirds done.
What a good boy am I! And Santa, by the way, rewarded me, via my dear Anne, with a magnificent Bose sound system that I’d rev up and crack the plaster in my man-cave, if we weren’t trying to sell this place.
By the way, one of those orphans in the storm, a book searching for a publisher, is meant for children, aged seven to ten; but, I think, it’s fun for adults, too. A test reading with a California class of nine-year-olds doubled them over with laughter, and I’d love to try it out with a couple of appropriate local classes. Teachers, any takers?