That's right, with
the oodles of spare time I've had over the last couple years—I
mean, whenever I'm not working full time, helping raise one child,
preparing for another, running an amateur sleuthing agency, blogging,
and relearning the same Shovels and Rope song on the guitar every few
weeks, I've managed to write a book.
It's called Twenty Reasons Not To Garden (And Why I Ignore Them All),
and it's now available in print, Kindle, and limited edition
cuneiform tablet from Amazon.
It's pretty much what it sounds like: Twenty reasons not to garden
and why I ignore them all. I shouldn't really have to type that
again. But it's perfect for gardeners, non-gardeners, and Sumerian
businessmen alike. Funny, if you think this blog is funny, probably
not so much if you only stop by Fencebroke for the stunning
photography. Also, it's a pretty wicked green color, which is nice if
you're into various shades of green.
So anyway, you can buy a copy or just take turns stopping by the
Promontory and reading my copy. That's cool, too; it's a pretty quick
read.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I've been remiss in my other duties.
Methinks there's a hefty backlog of cases at the ol' driveway
sleuth-booth.
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