I
believe I've posted about everything I've actually done over the past
year—which is a sad commentary on my social life. I probably
neglected a couple of Twins games and there was a ten-day stretch
recently where I hit First Avenue three times: Lucinda Williams, Nick
Lowe, and the Curtiss A Lennon Tribute. All worth getting out of the
apartment for. I work till midnight tonight, so that'll be the end to
my 2014.
2015
will bring the self-publication of three completed novels and at
least one more now in the works. Alice
and Her Grand Bell may
be out as early as next week. My sister Susan Tinkham is at work on
the cover. The plan is to pub No
Happier State in
March and Bonus
Man likely
in May.
I
don't mind saying I've worked really hard on all three books and it
scares the hell out of me to put them out there on a hope and a
prayer.
When
did I start praying?
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Totally
unrelated Twins prediction: Since I seem to be the only one who
thinks it takes more than a few months to recover from a
season-ending concussion (see
Justin Morneau's recent 3-year recovery),
I'm gonna go out on a limb and predict that Joe Mauer will shake off
that last lingering cobweb and contend for another AL batting title
this year.
Happy
New Year!
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