How times have changed. Back when I was in grade school and junior high I’d go door to door selling everything from Cub Scout raffle tickets to candy bars to holiday cards and, of course, magazine subscriptions. I’d never ask my dad to take the stuff to his job to sell for me.
Now, the schools tell kids not to go door to door. The sad thing is, that’s good advice and I wouldn’t let my kids do it no matter what the school advised. There are just too many damned freaks out there today. Yes, I blame the Left’s attack on the family and our justice system, but that’s an entry for another time. The point for today is that, for the second time in just a few months, I’ve brought Sara’s sales catalogues to work to try to push cookie dough and magazines on my co-workers. Sara has her heart set on some silly prize she could buy for herself if she’d just save up her allowance.
In writing news … there are 35 pages left to revise in the original draft of The Prometheus Syndrome. Then I get to start over, putting in edits provided by my writing group. For the most part, that’s small stuff, but they did make some points about the first few chapters that will require some rewriting and moving of information. Then there’s the title. I’ve done some checking and not only was there a MacGuyver (is that spelled right? who cares?) episode with that name, but there’s also a non-fiction book with that title. A friend and small press publisher who was interested in the book a couple of years ago suggested the title sounded too much like science fiction instead of horror. I dunno. Was Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein horror or science fiction for its day? I like The Prometheus Syndrome (yes, the reference to Frankenstein‘s subtitle is intentional) and have lived with it for about 15 years now, but I suppose I may have to be open to change it.

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