John Graves is my guest blogger today. He’s apparently writing as he lays on the beach in Galveston.
Beach Feet
Search Google images for “Beach Feet”. You’ll get back millions of variations of the beach selfie: a beachgoer uses an iPhone to capture an image of two feet resting on the sand, and, in the background, the surf and the sky. Beach feet pictures are photographic emoticons: a way of saying “I’ve kicked off my shoes and left my cares behind.” When we post them on Facebook, we hope that our friends will express their envy and tell us how wonderful, lucky and utterly cool we are. Some do, of course, but others helpfully warn us to be careful of the bacterial contamination they heard about on the 10 o’clock news, or let us know that a shark bit the thigh of a surfer in Australia “just a day or two ago” or explain just how much they hate the filthy and disgusting Texas beach we are currently sunning upon – “the beaches of the Cote d’Azur are the only ones good enough for me,” they say, including pictures of their fashionable bikini-clad bodies so that we will understand how much better, really, their lives are than ours, stuck as we are in our low-rent, bacteria-tainted, shark-infested, sandy little hell-hole.
So, here are my feet, resting on a Texas beach, possibly contaminated by flesh eating bacteria, perhaps to be bitten by sharks as soon as they enter the water, utterly untainted by fashion. They are, all in all, pretty happy beach feet.
An old friend, Nancy John, from Colorado, sent me a picture of her new book. Thanks Nancy!
The Kindle version is now available. I’ve been on the phone trying to figure out when the main Amazon listing will include the Kindle version. I expect tomorrow. Until then, here is the link for the kindle store: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_13?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=murder+for+me&sprefix=Murder+for+me%2Cstripbooks%2C208
Tomorrow I begin the audiobook process. It’s my first time, and I expect to make it much more complicated than it should be.