I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty bummed about Alex Trebek having stage 4 pancreatic cancer. And Luke Perry dying of a massive stroke. You know the drill – we all have stories of loved ones and stuff. Besides, the older you get the more that sort of thing affects you. I mean, the young are immortal, the old melancholy, am I right?
Sort of fits with my general gloomy mood this week. I’m doing the annual tax dance with my accountant Friday afternoon. Prepping for that is not exactly my favorite way to spend my time. On the other hand we’re going out partying afterwards – thus the strategic Friday afternoon scheduling. So there is that.
That’s a long way of saying I’ve got nothing fascinating for you to chomp on today so I thought I’d instead share some news. You might recall I was working on a new business venture some time ago – it’s been about a year and a half I think. Well, that didn’t work out so I started on my second book.
What’s it about? It’s a memoir of sorts. Turns out I’ve lived a pretty wild life. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you won’t believe half of it but I swear it’s all true — more or less — and guaranteed to change your perspective on me. For better or worse? Probably both. Anyhow you’re gonna love it. If not you’re dead to me. 😉
First draft is done, but it’s like 400 pages long so I’m currently in rewrite hell to get it down to something manageable. Then there’s editing, yada yada.
What’s it called? Well, it has a title, a very good title — I’ve had the URL forever and the license plate for even longer — and that’s all I can say about that right now.
When will it be out? Good question. My consulting biz has actually been quite robust lately so the book’s had to take a backseat to billable hours. You know how it is. Someone’s got to pay the bills around here and, well, it is the Bay Area so expenses only go in one direction, and that’s up. And up. And up. That’s a long way of saying I have a stretch goal of getting it done this year. We’ll see. So save your pennies – I’m gonna need at least some of you to pony up and buy the thing, you know.
That’s all for now. The frogs are getting restless out there in the rain, the dog needs to be fed and I need a glass of wine. Guess I should probably make something to eat too. How’s fish sound? Sounds good to me. Wild cod, chardonnay and memoir. Sounds like a sound plan for the evening. Cheers y’all!
Image credit: Mark Judge memoir (you know, Brett Kavanaugh’s friend). Just to be clear, I am neither Gen X nor drunk. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
P.S. The fish was great.