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Thank you Michelle, for the YouTube pointer. I couldn’t figure out how to email you or I would have emailed you to thank you.

Speaking of thank you’s, thank you Alaska (I can’t find your name, forgive me) for reminding me about this poem:

ON THE DEATH OF A CAT

In life, death
was nothing
to you: I am
willing to wager
my soul that it
simply never occurred
to your nightmareless
mind, while sleep
was everything
(see it raised
to an infinite
power and perfection) — no death
in you then, so now
how even less. Dear stealth
of innocence
licked polished
to an evil
luster, little
milk fang, whiskered
night
friend —
go.

From “God’s Silence” by Franz Wright, copyright 2006 by Franz Wright, published in arrangement with Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House Inc.

Kevin sent me more great pictures, but of course my favorite one is of ME! Pretending to be afraid of a ghost, I think. Christ! Do I have the stickyist stick fingers ever or what?

My friend Kevin sent me this picture from our visit to an abandoned mental hospital in Kings Park, LI.

I like his composition.

A book review had this line, it was a loving tribute to her cat, it went something like, “to (cat’s name), who sat on my work for 18 years.”

When I was organizing my Duke papers, I’d start with a decade, and make one pile for each year. The cats would come and pick a pile and sit on it. I’d have to make alternate piles. So 1952 became 1952 and 1952B, and so on. And I have two cats.

Except – I’M DONE. So there! Take that cats! Go find a magazine or book I want to read and sit on that! That’s right. No more piles of papers. I’ve foiled you this time, cats.

Here is Finney in a relatively benign spot. On top of a box on top of the armoire. He loves that box.

1. New covers. Here’s the cover for the British paperback edition.

2. Working at home.
3. Getting to see stuff. (Like going to the Property Clerk Warehouse when I was writing the cold case book, or going into the attic of the Rhine Research Center to see the scientist’s old equipment for Parapsychology Lab book.)
4. Interviewing. That can go either way, obviously.
5. Seeing your book in bookstores.
6. Email from people who read your book and have interesting thoughts or suggestions. Or, just say something nice.
7. Meeting with your agent and/or editor and getting to go on and on about all the cool stuff you’re finding out.
8. Amazon and Barnes & Noble stats! Alright, let’s just say from now on it goes without saying that any one of these can go horribly horribly wrong.
9. When someone says something nice about your book on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
10. Research. Those months I spent at Duke were heaven, even though I was staying in a dreary motel. There is just nothing like being immersed in a story that has grabbed you. It’s one of those, “I can’t believe they’re paying me to do this,” things.
11. Reviews.
12. People quoting you. OH!! There’s a show that I love love love called Bones. They basically quoted me. They used something I had written about a cadaver dog. It had to have come from me — they pretty much used my exact wording, and I had been telling that story all over the place while I was promoting my book. That show keeps getting better and better. (And I’m not just saying that because they kinda quoted me. Ask anyone. I’ve been telling my friends to watch this show.)
13. People saying nice things about your book on their blogs.
14. Getting invited to fun things. I’m hoping I get invited to a seance or haunted house or something for this book. Although that was not what the Duke guys were into. Still. I mean, come on. Haunted houses??

I pretty much think I have one of the best jobs in the world. Although there are other things I’d like to do if I was smarter or more talented:

Work in the ME’s office.
Be a singer.
Some political office. I never used to care about politics, but we are now on such a downward spiral, I wish I could do something about it.