My next book, Waiting for Earl to Die and other stories, will be coming out on January 28.
I’ll share more details on the official publication date, but you will be able to purchase it through Kobo. The cover will be revealed in the very near future.
Today I thought I’d discuss how I originally came up with the ideas for a few of the stories in this anthology. I’ll also be sharing brief summaries of the tales in question.
Maryanne’s adjustment to the afterlife has been surprisingly rocky. All she wanted was a period of quiet contemplation until her loved ones forget her and she’s freed to move on to an unknown future. Unfortunately the living aren’t cooperating, and their interference only seems to be growing worse over time.
I’m related to several amateur genealogists who have uncovered many legends about our ancestors.
Every time I hear an unsavoury one, though, I wonder what that particular ancestor would say if he or she knew that people were still remembering certain facts about him or her a few hundred years later. It’s fascinating from a historical perspective, but it also makes me wonder what future genealogists will say about me.
Life-threatening allergies used to be something you learned to live with. Jerome has seen how serious they can be, though, and is ready to do absolutely anything to blot his allergies out of existence. The question is, will it work?
Allergies are rampant in my immediate and extended family. Some of them are mild, while others are not. This tale is the result of me daydreaming about what it would be like to have a permanent cure for all of them.
Waiting for Earl to Die
Carl loves everything about his new neighbourhood except his deathly ill, cantankerous neighbour, Earl. They say that only the good die young. In this case, Carl can’t help but to agree with that rule. Now all he has to do is wait for nature to take its course.
Old places can hold a lot of secrets. My parents moved into a beautiful, old house when I was teenager. It was built around the turn of the twentieth century and had a lot of charm if you overlooked how dark its rooms could be in wintertime. I loosely based Earl’s home on the one I finished growing up in.
Everything else is entirely made up. I don’t wish death on anyone.