Did I sound like Arnold? I meant to sound like Arnold.
Where am I going?
Five back surgeries have left me with a loathing for cold weather. The colder it gets, the stiffer and more painful my aching back. And, the older I get, the more I despise snow. Noah Greene, star of my three mystery novels, shares my animus for white stuff that falls from the sky. My thought? If God had meant us to love winter, He/She wouldn’t have created Florida.
Anyway, I’ve been absent from my blog and social media for several days and will be for many more going forward.
The Internet provider where we are moving says they can’t get around to us until sometime in April. I’m assuming 2019, but …
I guess it’s okay because, frankly, we’ve got no money left. I know, I know. You’re thinking “How can you, a New York Times best-selling author not have any money?” A legitimate question, I’m sure. But if you do a quick check of the Times’ weekly list, you’ll note that my name and newest novel, “My Grave Is Deep,” is, well, missing. (I only need about 40,000 more readers to reach the pinnacle of publishing.)
Moving is always a costly exercise. Still, we haven’t helped ourselves. We thought that we’d save a bunch of money packing ourselves. Obviously, we miscalculated. Thus far, we’ve spent about $100,000 on boxes and packing tape. If we survive the tension in the air that right now is so thick you’d need a chainsaw to cut it, it’s true love.
Anyway, I know you’ll all miss the words that drip like pearls from my golden (clammy? oyster-like?) fingers, but you’ll just have to muster on.
Rest assured, I’ll be back!
More like Arnold?