Yeah, not much going on that you probably don't already know about. My novel House of Fallen Trees will be released next month from www.grindhousepress.com. Really excited about that. Working on a new horror novel too, in addition to a bizarro novel and trying to find a publisher for a collection. We'll see how that goes. Collections don't usually sell that well, so we'll see.
K's mom just had both her knees replaced. Ouch! You know how sometimes when an old person will be bummed about their failing health but then say, "But it beats the alternative!"? Well, fuck that. I think just the opposite. I'm more afraid of old age than of death. I definitely want to die before I get old and then I can say, "It beats the alternative." Old people are the bravest people I know. I'm not brave enough for that shit.
Bury me in a nameless grave, please.
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The hard part, Gina, is figuring out when, exactly, it was that you "got old." It tends to sneak up on you. It used to be 50, gee that seemed old. Now that I'm 56, 70 or 80 seem old. You see that parts don't go all at once and a twinge this morning may take years to become a twinge every morning and then just a pain. I wish you luck.
Be Well.
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