It’s been five days since my last post and when I take that many days off, I hear from some of my subscribers — people who think my mail server is on the blink again, or I have fallen ill.
It is neither. I have been occupied reading a proof of my novel, which will be published soon — meaning within a few months.
Writing a book is one thing — it takes tremendous determination, a lot of will power, and concentration. It is very different from writing a column.
My novel has been in the works for decades, during which I worked on it off and on — mostly off. “Retirement” has provided me with the time to get it published, and that means proofreading the 400-page monster. Er, masterpiece,
This is tedious because I know what happens next.
Please ask me not about the book. When it is ready (and available for sale) the subscribers to Stubykofsky.com will know about it first. Until then, the subject matter and the title are under wraps. Hint: Think journalism.
And I should be putting up a fresh post before the end of the weekend.
Have a great one and remember Monday is Flag Day,
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