It’s my nameday, school is out, and my wife and I are whizzing through the air in an amazing flying machine that but 110 years ago, was an unimaginable fantasy. (When this post comes out, we’ll be on our way to Dubai, en-route to Bangkok.)
My second book, In Defense of Flogging, is all-but done. It’s been a slog. Last night I added 500 words on the subject of private prisons (when I noticed rather late in the process that I somehow failed to even mention the subject). Those 500 words took 10 hours. That’s less than a word a minute. Which is, unfortunately, par for the course. For the past few months, I feel like I’ve done nothing else, because, basically, I haven’t.
The good news is you can already pre-order a copy of In Defense of Flogging on Amazon (which is actually a bit disconcerting to the author, to see your book for sale before you’re done writing it–maybe I should have bought a copy to see how it turns out…). And I doubt the price is going to be much lower than super-cheap price of $13.60 they’re currently hawking it for.
As to vacation, I have two book reviews to write. But I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain. Bangkok, in case you’re wondering, is a city crazy about food. We will do our best to eat as much as possible, but even then we will barely scratch the surface of all the possibilities.
And though, as interesting as it is, I doubt I’ll be making a return to the Corrections Museum.
I have a few “Then and Now” posts lined up as fillers while I’m gone. I’m not certain if I’ll be posting much else until the end of the month.
Be good. Stay safe. Happy New Year!

And now.
It doesn’t look like the same place. But it is.
Grim. Brutalist and grim. Vintage 1975, I’m guessing.



