A New Year’s present
Those of you who get the newsletter already know this, but there’e2’80’99s now an excerpt from THE ART OF DETECTION THE ART OF DETECTIONon the web site, along with the cover art for the book and for the new short story, ‘e2’80’9cCat’e2’80’99s Paw’e2’80’9d. I’e2’80’99ll be posting more on THE ART OF DETECTION later in the spring, photos of sites from the story and of course reviews when they come in, but it’e2’80’99s so dreary and rainy here on the Central Coast, I wanted to offer something to cheer up the dregs of 2005.
I hope you all had a good Christmas, or are having a good Hanukkah. I’e2’80’99ve spent the past few days dashing in and out the door in my raincoat, acting in my new role as chief chauffeur–airport runs every couple of days, doctors’e2’80’99 appointments’e2’80’94five in three days, involving two different patients. And on the way back from the airport on Monday, my faithful Land Rover wheezed and apologetically died on the freeway, although it chose a place and time that were remarkably convenient for the purpose, it being the first gap in rain for days, and the spot having a shoulder, unlike the frightening stretch of curvy road with no shoulders that lay just a couple miles further on. For the last three years I’e2’80’99ve been trying to decide if it is better to hang onto a car whose foibles I know, ten years and 140,000 miles on, or to trade in for a new one that might or might not be more dependable. As I am now the main transport engineer in a house full of aging people, maybe a vehicle that works would be a good idea’e2’80’a6
But I like my Land Rover. The new models are ugly, looking more like minivans than something deserving of Africa, and although a lot of things have gone wrong with the thing, and every problem costs a lot to fix, this is the first time it’s actually refused to soldier on.
Yeah, yeah, I know–if it were an American car I’d be cursing it as a piece of junk with the first blown fuse, but because I have this soft place for the English…
In any case, the fuel pump is replaced, the rental car is but a memory, I have another two runs to physicians today, and I’m supposed to start a book next week. Life trundles on.
Happy New Year to you all, and I hope you enjoy meeting Kate Martinelli again after all these years.