Hey,
It’s been a minute since I last wrote to you. Life has demanded a lot as of late. Each night brings a level of exhaustion that leaves me good for nothing, at least in terms of productivity. And yet the ball continues to move forward.
In other news, the little fraudsters are at it again. The other day, the ringleader hatched a plan to get me to unwittingly sign another brisket contract. She claimed she wanted to get an autograph from each family member - and of course she waited until I was on a phone call. So here I was, distracted by work, and here she comes with a paper full of everyone’s signatures.
I signed it like a sucker.
Fast forward an hour. I’m presented with a new contract to produce a brisket, due no later than her birthday. And of course, there’s my signature, lifted right off the autograph page. It’s like they’re running a scheme out of Ocean’s 11 - only the score is delicious smoked meats instead of cash.
This time they included breach of contract terms should I not produce said delicious meats by her birthday.
I quote - “If you fail to do so, you will experience many consequences from your children.”
Consequences include, but are not limited to:
Putting fingers in my ear
Many requests and needs and wants
Demands for television
General trauma
So, there’s that…
Quick book update:
I have a release date!
All That Is Common To Man will be available on 10.03.2022. I’m in the final stages. The cover is done, I’ve completed my last major draft, and I’ve even got the kindle version available for pre-order. I need to get the print version finalized and order a proof copy, but I’m close.
I’m happy with what this has turned into - hope you feel the same.