I had to go to the hospital today as part of my, now interrupted, path to bariatric surgery, or battery acid surgery as no one ever called it. The long plod to the final release of He Might Be Still On Mars. The book is out on Amazon but I’m doing a last sign-off on the printer’s proof, and I have two errors to fix already. The lesson I take from the process of writing this book is get a good copy-edit as well as a review. My independent editor, or Editor Cassandra, as she prefers to be referred to, does great reviews and fix ups for books and had a a colleague that does excellent copy edits. Its a false economy not to copy edit the book, it will come back to haunt you, especially if you get reviewed by a person who gets irked easily at typos etc in the text.
I think The Mars book is good, maybe not quite as good as The Friends of Eddy Relish but on par with Pax Britannica: The Golden Anvil. I have not made huge progress on the next WIP, Wedding Presents from Pyongyang. But restraint might be a good move given Kim Jong Un may have gone to the great Demilitarized Zone in Communist Heaven, and others appear to be jockeying for position as the next NK leader. People are making allusions to dystopian times with our lockdowns, but for real dystopia its hard to beat North Korea, during the famine years, or Cambodia during the Killing Fields.
Something that I cannot fathom is wealthy young collegians standing up for Marxism and all its bastard progeny. What prevent these nutters from seeing the evidence in front of their eyes or in book after book with tables of massive mortalities. South East and East Asia are special places with great cultures but the wanton killing in the name of progress is beyond belief.
Hopefully a less gloomy post coming soon.