I woke up this morning only to find I was
chasing Fifteen Dogs. Fortunately, I
was well ahead of Even Dogs in the Wild.
As for The Girl on the Train, I left
her at Windsor
My second novel Duke Street Kings has reached the second spot on the Edmonton Journal’s list of local
bestsellers. This height hit is strictly due to the success of my book’s launch
at Audreys last December 2nd. And honestly, every effort was made to
paper the room with friends who would bring their wallets. The scheme worked
and I thank everyone who ventured out on a school night to support my years of
effort scribbling in Hilroy copybooks (coil bounds are bastards for lefties)
with disposable Bic medium ballpoints (they smudge but I like their feel). As
for the no-shows, well, I hold grudges and never forget: I could’ve been number
one, a real contender, you too busy bastards.
Today has been particularly trying. I’ve
been confined to the kitchen and the dining room since I read this morning’s
paper as the entry between the rooms is the only one in the house big enough to
accommodate my newly inflated Trump-sized ego. I’m thinking about caking orange paste on my face and seeing my barber about an elaborately hideous comb-over; still working out which nationalities
and religions to fear and shun. Seriously, there are a few inches of snow
outside that need shoveling, the fridge is beer critical and I really have to
go to the bathroom but I can’t seem to fit my head through a standard doorway.
And I’m not allowed to smoke in the house.
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