Trousered Ape
An exercise in presumption.
Saturday, November 30, 2024
State of the Ape XXXI
As always, thank you for your prayers.
We’ve met with my new oncologist. Next month I’m supposed to go off one of the testosterone-suppressing meds and start chemotherapy. Otherwise, not much different.
Started the wheels in motion for the cover of Edwina 2, There Will Be Murder Done. It should be out (DV) in the spring of 2025.
And…clerihews!
As Tintoretto
Sat toying with a stiletto,
An ugly suspicion
Grew in the mind of Titian.
The Marquis de Sade
Was told by his Dad,
“Son, your amusements
Are becoming a nuisance.”
John Paul Jones
Was the first to throw stones,
For he had always been
Without sin.
As always, thank you for your prayers.
We’ve met with my new oncologist. Next month I’m supposed to go off one of the testosterone-suppressing meds and start chemotherapy. Otherwise, not much different.
Started the wheels in motion for the cover of Edwina 2, There Will Be Murder Done. It should be out (DV) in the spring of 2025.
And…clerihews!
As Tintoretto
Sat toying with a stiletto,
An ugly suspicion
Grew in the mind of Titian.
The Marquis de Sade
Was told by his Dad,
“Son, your amusements
Are becoming a nuisance.”
John Paul Jones
Was the first to throw stones,
For he had always been
Without sin.
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Another Literary Announcement
My short story, The Body in the Creek, has been published in the Crime Wave anthology from Dragon Soul Press.
My short story, The Body in the Creek, has been published in the Crime Wave anthology from Dragon Soul Press.
Friday, November 01, 2024
State of the Ape XXX
Again, thank you for your prayers.
Blood work: My PSA jumped again, to 1.201. Still “normal,” but…the cancer is coming back. I’m being transferred to a new oncologist specializing in prostate cancer; I (or, rather, we — the Bride is the keeper of my health, being much more organized that I) meet with him later this month.
I’ve been put on bone-strengthening shots, as the cancer apparently tends to leach calcium from them.
Still no dizzies (Deo gratia!). An attack of positional vertigo that lasted about a week, but that’s merely inconvenient; just have to be careful moving about.
I haven’t gotten around to arranging for the cover and interior map for Edwina 2, but I will soon. I really do need now to focus on Edwina 3. Meanwhile, I’ve reworked a sci-fi short story and submitted it to an anthology call from an outfit called Worldstone Publishing. We’ll see what happens.
I’ll be selling books at a craft fair next Sunday (Unexpected Tales and Zoe only; a murder mystery might clash with them).
The Bride and the girls are well.
And a few more clerihews:
“I hate graffiti!”
Screamed Queen Nefertiti.
“The way they scribble on the Sphinx
Really stinks!”
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Stood under the mistletoe,
Waiting vainly for kisses
From young Roman misses.
Said the courtiers of Xerxes,
“How the King smirks! He’s
Just like a Cheshire cat —
What’s he got under his hat?”
Again, thank you for your prayers.
Blood work: My PSA jumped again, to 1.201. Still “normal,” but…the cancer is coming back. I’m being transferred to a new oncologist specializing in prostate cancer; I (or, rather, we — the Bride is the keeper of my health, being much more organized that I) meet with him later this month.
I’ve been put on bone-strengthening shots, as the cancer apparently tends to leach calcium from them.
Still no dizzies (Deo gratia!). An attack of positional vertigo that lasted about a week, but that’s merely inconvenient; just have to be careful moving about.
I haven’t gotten around to arranging for the cover and interior map for Edwina 2, but I will soon. I really do need now to focus on Edwina 3. Meanwhile, I’ve reworked a sci-fi short story and submitted it to an anthology call from an outfit called Worldstone Publishing. We’ll see what happens.
I’ll be selling books at a craft fair next Sunday (Unexpected Tales and Zoe only; a murder mystery might clash with them).
The Bride and the girls are well.
And a few more clerihews:
“I hate graffiti!”
Screamed Queen Nefertiti.
“The way they scribble on the Sphinx
Really stinks!”
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Stood under the mistletoe,
Waiting vainly for kisses
From young Roman misses.
Said the courtiers of Xerxes,
“How the King smirks! He’s
Just like a Cheshire cat —
What’s he got under his hat?”
