I am working on many things at once, I’m happy to report. I’ve finished the basics for Shadow Lawn Press, our old working habitat that never really died, even though it got sort of neglected on the back burner. I’ve fluffed it all up for the Twenty-First Century, give or take a decade. It was quite an undertaking, quite a tedious slog for a while, but it’s done for now. I will be polishing it as time passes, now that I’ve plugged it back in.
There are twelve different categories of books for sale on the site, representing thirty-plus years covering things Bill and I have gotten interested in, for various reasons. How to explain the foray into UFO mischief, which lead to some rather intense radio work? How did all the murderers and their sleuths find their way into the mansion?
I am back in the hut! In the Happy Hippy Hut, albeit the black mold. I’ve seen black mold before, and it doesn’t really scare me. I will spray it with bleach eventually, and even more eventually, I will get it removed and a nice fireplace wall will be erected in its place.
It does—as is so often the case—depend on money. So, I am back to work making ebooks and even their print companions, should the power go out forever. I worry more about that than black mold, if you want to know the truth. And if you don’t want to know the truth, you should scurry along and look for a nice homogenized blend of a website, flavored to your actual political bent. Hand-rolled and human-maintained sites like this are out there, and with some minimal effort I hope to find others.
So now I will take stock, since I’ve been away from the journal for several months. For reasons unknown, perhaps the seasons or the moon, my projects wax and wait, consume, grow dusty, wane. I have a brand-new program in my life called Vellum, and now finally, the ebooks are starting to take a shape I can be proud of.
So, with no formal announcement, I’m going to try to do the daily online journal balancing act, again. I’ll let people know, eventually, but I’m hoping to avoid the débâcles that the original Perforated Lines created. To that end, I will not try to make friends or influence people. No Pepys!
In the course of having some successes in life, you also have a whole lot of very interesting near-misses, almost-rans, and of course, total disasters. 🐔
It’s been a really long time between posts, because I have been busy. It’s mentally challenging to turn 70, trying to keep the gratitude table set because I know how lucky I am to have reached this milestone … while at the same time … there is a gnawing panic that can easily overwhelm a less robust personality than mine. For every ache or pain, there is a commensurate rose-gold sunrise or a sudden cupcake in your lunch.
I have been working doggedly to get my novel and little Vietnam memoir in good shape so I can really start to advertise them and try to get people to read them. I am pretty pleased with the Cleaning House website, so that’s a start.