In this case I’m referring to the title of this entry, and to the title of a novel I wrote, and also to the title of a review of that book on Amazon US.
I appreciate the hell out of that review, by the way. If you’re out there and reading this, brave noble single-reviewer-so-far, let me say this: thank you.
In other news, I haven’t been writing much on the blog lately. Did you notice?
A little while back I took off on a medium-long road trip to retrieve an ex-foster kid who had turned 18 & found himself in a bad spot. Lots of stuff happened on the way. Somehow I got out of the habit of using a computer every day.
Then things might have calmed down…but I discovered a “need” to take another road trip, only this one was partially by train, to pick up my RV from San Antonio & drive it here to DC. And I kept acquiring passengers, and more stuff happened, and it was all sort of funny.
Then I did another road trip to pick up some detritus from the first–oh wait, I mean to pick up the RV from where I left it, just before the 15-passenger-van fiasco started–and I just got back from that one yesterday.
So I may or may not get the energy to write more about all of that. Either way: I had fun. And there’s more coming, probably, because the RV still isn’t here. My story about that is that Paul’s phone fried the RV through weird electrical shenanigans up with which I shall not in future put. His version differs, but it’s my blog. (Paul’s the kid I went to pick up. It’s been great to have him back with us, even with his destructive-to-the-rolling-house ways.)
Peace out. Or in. And take a road trip. Four out of five of the voices in my head recommend it, just for you.