Wednesday was the day I learned Summer, my beautiful 3-year-old golden retriever, needs to go on a special diet to dissolve the stones in her bladder. If that doesn’t work, surgery is the next option. Also Wednesday, I finally swapped out the broken drain pump on my washing machine. I’d paid extra on Saturday for the “expedited delivery” option that would deliver the new pump on Monday — only to receive an email Monday that they shipped the pump that day.
But also Wednesday, the proof copy of my next book arrived in the mail. So on balance it was a good day.
The working title of this book was 96 flashes, because my book of flash fiction, 24 flashes, turned out to be too thin of a volume to garner much attention. We’ll see whether quadrupling the offerings and changing the name works better.
The Man Who Crossed Whimsy Avenue is due for release March 22, featuring 96 of the short-short stories that I’ve tossed out here from time to time over the years. You can pre-order the paperback online at places like Barnes & Noble or Bookshop, and I’m sure your favorite local bookstore can order it for you — ask them for ISBN number 978-0-9910107-0-7. Yes, it’ll be available as an ebook, too, but don’t you just love the sensory experience of holding a book in your hands?
I found a typo or two at first glance, and the book’s title is askew on the spine, but the more I look at it, the more I like it askew. It’s more, well, whimsical that way.
