Archive for May 18th, 2011


Yes I know!  For a few weeks now I’ve been showing up only sporadically at my own blog.  Then when I finally make an appearance it’s for a once-weekly posting.  Pathetic.

My apologies, along with a heaping sense of inadequacy.  Truth to tell, I’ve been crazy busy and  not with fun Layla stuff.   At least I can report that FINALLY, AT LONG LAST…

My manuscript for The Compass Master is at CreateSpace.  Even whilst I type this blog its techie elves are putting it into digital format (for both e-reading and hard copy).   I figure that maybe by next week the elves will show me the first chapter, I’ll go back and forth with them on layout style details, and then in another week or so they’ll send me the digital copy to proof.  Oh joy!  Yet another chance to read my own novel for the umpteenth time!  But at this stage proofing really is critical so I’ve got to look at every last word and punctuation mark in it.

In the meantime, I’ve started to get back into Layla-like language studies again.  Nothing formal at this point, instead I just find it relaxing NOT to be plotting and planning for my novel and instead to pick up a book on Arabic and memorize a few words or look over some grammar rules.

As you know, the world is yet again supposed to end this weekend on the deadly date of May 21.  Despite the efforts of some ministers, priests, rabbis, theologians and others who have tried talking sanity to the masses, at least several thousand followers of some nutcase preacher are convinced that on May 21 the Rapture will take place and all us sinners are going you know where.  In preparation I’m reading the very funny book, “How to Profit from the Coming Rapture – Getting Ahead When You’re Left Behind.”  Unfortunately, I don’t personally know any of the followers who have given away their savings and belongings in preparation for this weekend.  But I can at least hie myself over to 11th and Broadway here in Denver to get a look at the billboard announcing our impending demise.  Some individual actually paid a couple thousand for that very public advertisement.   Similar advertising has popped up in other cities, too.

Oh, if only we writers had such loyal followers!   The kind who’d happily shell out major cash to advertise our upcoming literary releases.   Then again, I’ve met members of some cults (I used to live in Boulder) and they creeped me out.  I’d much rather like my readers, all of whom would be way too intelligent to pay for some tacky billboard.