Look, I know I haven’t posted much on the ol’ bmk.com. Don’t worry, chums. It’s gonna be alright. See, I’ve been spending some time with my pal and yours, Chuggie. I’m deep into the next book. DEEP. When will it be ready? Soon.
Oh, but sitting on all the fanciness is driving me insane! I wish to show you a sketch of the cover, but the finished cover is going to rock so hard that I couldn’t in good conscience spoil it like that. I wish to share tiny excerpts, but that’s even worse. So what are we left with? For starters, THIS:
How can I follow up a picture of Jordy angrily devouring a duckling? I can’t, can I? But if I don’t try, this post will feel incomplete. So here are some things that have rattled in my brain recently, beginning with something current.
-Something’s happening right now. I don’t like it. I can’t change it. All I can do is watch. It’s football related. Oh, and there’s another thing exactly like that that’s baby related. Well, he’s up. Looks like this post is over.
-Baby eyes are silver in the infrared baby video monitor. When he stares blankly at the camera lens, that’s one of his many techniques for stealing your soul.
-Eli Manning can’t grow a mustache. The New York Giants play their games in New Jersey. I haven’t verified it, but I feel like they practice in New Jersey, too.
-You know who CAN grow a mustache? Me. I haven’t had the handlebars out for a while. Might be time to bring those back. And moon boots. And Saved by the Bell. Wow, it hurt my brain just THINKING of that last one. Actually typing it gave me a seizure. Now I don’t feel good. Learn from my folly.
-Shoveled the driveway today. It was the first driveway shoveling of the season. Just think, in 7 or 8 short months, I’ll be able to put the snow shovel back in the garage rafters where it belongs. But let’s be honest, I’ll probably just leave it leaned up against the house all summer.
-It was the squirrels, not I, who broke the truce.
-Two football players hurt on the same play… Makes me think having THREE players hurt on the same play is an inevitability. Then four, then five, then… Someday, all 22 players on the field will be hurt on the same play. I’ll be so pissed if that doesn’t happen in my lifetime.
-Cannibalism isn’t right for everyone, but it’s probably right for YOU.
-This afternoon there was a little doe eating the pumpkin that I splatted behind my house at the mouth of the “Nature Trail.” Any other year, we would have had venison for supper tonight. Instead, it was the doe who ate supper courtesy of ME. Don’t worry, though. I’m not getting soft on deer. I’m getting tough on pumpkins.
-None of these musings have been particularly entertaining. Maybe I’m tired. I should go to bed soon and then get up at 4am to write Chuggie stuff.
-Here’s a picture of a monkey.