We made it to the new year! Well, Betty White didn’t, which is seriously messed up, along the lines of Sue Grafton dying after publishing Book #25 of her 26-volume series. But most of us did!
I’m now settled in my new house in Chattanooga, Tennessee. By “settled” I mean that I’m now spending less time each day working on house-related stuff than not working on it. And I got my new driver’s license today after failing the vision test last week. It’s not that my eyes are getting worse. They’re actually getting better. Better to the point where my current glasses prescription (which I hadn’t updated in a while, thanks to the pandemic) wasn’t really working anymore. While I was unpacking, I found an old pair of glasses from about 15 years ago, tried them on, and everything was crystal clear. So I now have the eyeballs of a man in his mid-thirties. Sweet.
I’m hard at work on my secret project, which is starting to feel a lot like “my girlfriend lives in Canada” at this point. I can go ahead and say that I’m writing the screenplay adaptation of one of my books for a major movie studio. But which book? And which studio? I’d thought that I’d be allowed to blab the details by now, but now it’s looking like it’ll be February at the earliest. Sorry.