A fascinating thing about writing books is that I almost never know who’s reading them. I just have to embrace the mystery.
And a fun thing about having a sister who works in schools and libraries is that she revealed part of the mystery today, after a student pulled The Drake Equation out of his backpack to read!
Want a free copy of the new, revised, updated edition of The Pocket Guide to Spy Stuff? Sure you do!
Or how about a free copy of the new printing of The Pocket Guide to Games? Terrific!
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I know this is embarrassing for both of us, but the new, revised, updated edition of The Pocket Guide to Spy Stuff comes out on August 14. And not to brag, but you’ve never seen anything like it!
LEGAL NOTE: You may have seen something like it. However, this *updated* version is stuffed with expanded material on timely topics like misinformation, propaganda, and spy-jinks! Plus, jokes. Jokes are good.
But fan mail that combines a near-death experience with a whiff of blasphemy?
Wow! This was sent by Ethan and Rowan Eshbaugh-Soha, who along with their mom Michelle, have written their own book. It’s called “Food Wars: A Noodle of Hope.” The novel is a bit like a quality book version of the movie “Space Balls” — and it’s really, really funny! I gave it five stars at Amazon. Thanks, Eshbaugh-Sohas!
“I needed a drink. I needed life insurance. I needed a vacation. What I had were sweatbands, Reeboks, and a midriff-baring crop top. I put them on and went into the room.”
Want to hear something good? Community Partners for Affordable Housing is a nonprofit that works to get people in homes. That’s good! I appreciate their work, and I’m grateful that I was invited to their authors’ event called HomeWord Bound. This year’s roster of writers included Omar El Akkad (American War), Willie Vlautin (Lean on Pete) and Robert H. Wilson (Robocolypse). The keynote speaker was the amazing Rene Denfeld (The Enchanted). And a special highlight of the evening for me was when I got to read a long poem that ended with an obscure CPAP machine joke. Thank you for the invite, Tracy Stepp!