I was a bit frazzled this morning. The week has been pretty much nonstop, with faculty meetings, the Spawn’s ortho appointment, band practice, and a film screening taking up the first part of the week, and the Spawn’s school scheduling, a visiting author, and some financial business taking up the rest, with a class’s worth of papers and a set of midterms in the to-be-graded pile for the weekend. So I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising that I had a brain lock and locked my keys in the van this morning when I was warming it up to take the Spawn to Mondoville High. That’s right — I was locked out of my running vehicle this morning, which meant that I had to call Mrs. M home from her school so that I could take the Spawn to her and me to mine. Fortunately, everyone got where they need to be on time, but I’ve felt a half-beat out of step all day.
I may still be out of it now, but it’s a more pleasant place to be, as I got a blurb for Broken Glass Waltzes, which is coming out soon indeed. Ladies and gents, the dulcet tones of Ed Kurtz:
Warren Moore’s Broken Glass Waltzes is as relentless as Tony Iommi’s guitar and pounds at the reader’s brain like Dave Lombardo’s machine gun drums. A Heavy Metal Noir ride replete with sex, drugs, rock n’ roll—and a murder conceived in insanity—this wicked gem moves at a breakneck pace from the moment Cincinnati’s number one metal drummer meets the girl of his nightmares to the shocking climax. Two sets of devil horns, high up.
It’s another of those “Pinocchio, you’re a real boy” moments, and it makes me want to write. As soon as I can breathe again.