What are we getting good at, you may ask? Scoring trips to ultra-decent places on someone else’s dime, that’s what. This time it was down to Clearwater, Florida for a mixture of business and pleasure.
The business part was mercifully brief, allowing us to appreciate the location and amenities.
Sunsets on the Gulf of Mexico were spectacular.
The pool/lagoon was pretty fantastic, too.
Ok, so instead of bragging about our trip,
(did we mention it was T&E all-inclusive?)
we give you, dear readers, an update on the months-overdue book from our notoriously inert author. An ending is in sight.
Those who have journeyed from Cadre One to this dark place have been through a savage and unrelenting hell. Confrontation with boundless cruelty, with morbid curiosity, with an absence of remorse has changed them deeply inside. Of those who come through, not all can be considered survivors.
Believe us, we’d love to share it with you. Ahem. If someone would hurry up and finish it…
We know the book is very late, and you’ve been so patient with us. We have to be careful about rushing, however. Quality really suffers. And we won’t print something we can’t be 100% proud of. Please know this is an absolute priority. We’ll keep Farnham chained to his MacBook until the manuscript is finished and ready.
Before we go, there’s one more part of the trip we have to share. This was the absolute pinnacle moment:
From the smile on Farnham’s face, you can clearly see he thinks a fan has recognized him and is taking a snap shot. In reality, this guy simply couldn’t believe anyone would be so daft as to lay in the sun, by the pool, wearing all-black.
Naturally, we had to preserve this moment for posterity, had to share it with the world. Should’ve seen Farnham’s face when we told him.
Farnham: Hey! You can’t see it but he’s wearing an Empire Strikes Back shirt! Frickin’ Millenium Falcon right on it! Definite Sci-Fi guy. I mean, come on! Totally fair assumption.
C.O.P: Except that it wasn’t. And you’re a dork.
Farnham: Keep it up. See if you get any pages this month.
C.O.P.: (recovers from painful laughing fit) Oh my, that would be different.
Farnham: (closes laptop) Fine. I’ll be in the bar. (leaves)
C.O.P: (snags passing employee) Hi, excuse me, do you you work here? You do? Good. Do you see that person in black over there? Yes, he keeps following us around, but he isn’t with us. I think he’s checked in under our name as well. Could you check to be sure we’re not billed for his expenses? And here’s a little something for your trouble. Thank you ever so much.
We live for these moments…