This week has been a bit on the dreigh side. It’s been gloomy. My Beetle is encased in fallen oak leaves. I’ve had a cold rain for the past eighteen hours — and the remnants of Hurricane Zeta haven’t even arrived yet.
Yesterday, though, I had a pleasant surprise. At 1:30 there was a knock at my door, and when I opened the door a minute later I found, besides the neighborhood cat no one is allowed to feed, a nice sized box.
I couldn’t tell who it was from, having left my glasses in the “office,” so I carried the box, which was a little on the heavy side, to the back of the apartment, put on my reading glasses, and cut it open.
Inside was copies of Belanger Books’ In the Foorsteps of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson, containing my story, “The Adventure of the Cursed Ruin,” a sword-and-sorcery tale starring Escott Sigerson inspired by the Sherlock Holmes canon. The book is geared toward middle grade readers, though I was reading the Canon itself by that age, and I would say the book is good for ages 10 to 110.
The book is now available for sale on Amazon, so check that out if you’re so inclined. I’ll also have print copies, fates (and COVID) willing, at Farpoint in February, and if you want a copy before then touch base and we can work something out.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to the apartment complex’s laundry facility and retrieve my laundry.
Like I said. Dreigh.