Who doesn't love 'em, eh?
I have some good news for the criminals of Austin, so I'll start with a message to them: first, if you're reading this on a laptop or iPad, please return it to its rightful owner. Thanks.
Next, I ask this not just because it's the right thing to do, but because you'll have plenty of time over the next few weeks to exercise your felonious habits. By the way, do you suppose Felonius Monk wore felonious habits? Or do just nuns wear habits?
Sorry, trouble concentrating today. (And yes, I know it's Thelonious Monk.)
Right. Felonious habits. Oh yes, see, over the next few weeks my normally razor-sharp and unforgiving prosecutorial mind will be distracted by the most important even to me for the past seven years: my book launch.
Which means that there will be plenty of opportunity for the light-fingered to steal a leopard from the zoo, the greedy to embezzle money from an old people's home, and for the tempted Jew to eat a large rasher of bacon. I simply won't be watching.
In the next few days, a man will arrive with a large box containing my book (my publisher gives me some free copies), particularly exciting since I want to hold one in my arms and cradle it like a baby. I'll post a picture, yes.
Does that mean I'm taking a leave of absence from here? Absolutely not. I'm still riding out with the cops, so if any good stories flow from that I'll post them here. More likely, though, you'll be hearing a little less about my criminal activities (there's a phrase that someone could take out of context) and more about my writing life.
And just to whet your appetite (and mine), here's the official flyer for the book.
(I just realized this isn't really legible, I'm trying to figure out how to correct that - the file is .pdf and I turned it into a .jpeg, so any advice on how to do this is welcomed!)
Anyway, as you might imagine this makes me feel like a real writer. Imagine how I'll feel when I get my hands on the book itself!
Oh, next week, I thought I'd address some of the myths and dilemmas of being a writer, like 'Sewing leather patches onto a tweed jacket is easy,' and 'I just met you, why wouldn't I give you a free book?'
Unless I see you before, have a great weekend.