But, there is plenty of excitement. I don’t anticipate that the re-write of Behind the Red Curtain will take too terribly long – which probably means it will be a death spiral of sadness that lasts a year. It will be something special to see another book alongside Strawberries on the shelf. Proof that I can do this shit a second time. Because that is the last real test, right? If I can write a second, there is no reason why I can’t write a 10th.
Anyway, they didn’t acknowledge Father’s Day with me, and that stings. They are little kids who don’t even really comprehend the day, but still. I was hoping for a little something. Just a word or two. Don’t get me wrong, I know they love me and they show it often, but this was the first time I was a father on the day for fathers. I am sure that all of this would thrill their biological father, as he has recently gone on a tirade about how it came to his attention that they call me Dad. Seriously, the man is ridiculous, and far more ignorant to things than he realizes.
On top of all that, I ended up getting in a fight with my own father. So yeah, Sunday sucked.
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