As of yesterday, I’ve been living in Covington, Kentucky for three years. I don’t know if I always “love the Cov” like the T-shirt I’m wearing implies, but most of the time I like it just fine and some of the time I do love it. I like it better than Cincinnati, because it’s smaller and slower paced. Slower paced is good for a older guy like me.
When I moved to Covington, I was working on two books and finished them both over here in Kentucky. My novella, “Vevay, Indiana,” was released in January of this year and has been my bestselling book so far. When it was first released, you could purchase it only through Amazon. How, if your heart desires, you can also purchase it at Barnes & Noble. Yes. I just shifted gears for the sake of shameless self promotion.
Among the stuff I’m currently working on is editing my fifth book which will be called “Mishmash.” It’s a collection of short stories, essays, ramblings, observations—you may even find a kitchen sink in there somewhere. It should come out in the spring or summer of next year.
I’m also writing notes and thinking about my next novel using a pen and paper and writing in longhand instead of using a computer. This is kind of a treat for me. Sometimes I feel like a computer is yelling, “Deadline, deadline, deadline!” A pen seldom yells. It usually gently tells me, “Take your time.”
My goal—my objective if you will—is to publish a book a year until I’m dead. This seems reasonable to me. After death, it will be hard for me to really do much of anything, let alone write.
I’ll probably be doing most of that writing here in Covington, Kentucky. If no one is reading this except for family members, then I died before I could get this to WordPress and my blog. Just so you know.
(Photo taken by my son)