Just talked to my dad. He never answers the phone (when he forgets to plug it in) but when he does, he reads all my text messages then calls and asked why I didn’t call him--his phone doesn’t have voicemail. He asked me what I’ve been doing, so I said writing a book. He then says, “you’re always working on that book and I’ve never seen it”. So I said, I just finished it. So now he wants to see it in person.
Before I go any further: This is the man that thinks Lee Pace (Stuff) should stop wearing dresses. I realized that he thinks Thranduil’s in a dress but he does know the difference between him and Calpernia and when I said Elvenking, that’s when he said he wants to see this book up close and in person. If I show him the seashells photo, I’ll acquire a new nephew because my nephew did the same thing in St. Croix a few years back so I’ll hold off on that one. I will say, @fortunatelyclevercandy; he did think he was “sweeter than chocolate” before his new boyfriend. Even with Alzheimer's he can spot that a mile away. He would know; his late sister (one of my favorite aunts) was a lesbian.
So, anyway, I have to print off 1080 pages--two full versions of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil in the next few days. Just in time for January 27, free agency and half a dozen people on a few websites wanting to know if I’ll be talking about this book often (as in podcast or something; I don’t even know what that is). So, for the first time since I printed it the first time, Thranduil will appear in book form as a manuscript. That means, for posterity, I’ll naturally take photos. Saying that online and in public I am fully aware that is about to make more than a few people I know salivate. 🤤 On the upside, I have enough ink to do it and Dad bought me a box of reams when I started the book so I have plenty of paper.
Leave it to my dad to make this even more monumental than it needs to be or should be...I don’t know. I’m just happy he remembers I’m writing a book and knows who the Elvenking is right now.