Oh, the shame, the shame!

How it hurt when I walked into Dad's room to get something. Seven years in the making and My Island Homicide ends up as a support for a thirty year-old Bonair.  Not even a full support, but a part of one. Mind you, MIH was in good company - The Golden Ratio, Spices of the World and Christmas Island, Indian Ocean and more.

     I partly consoled myself with the story, perhaps literary myth, of Bryce Courtney's manuscript, The Power of One, spending its early years as a doorstop ... till someone suggested he send it to a publisher. Except MIH came from the publisher.  Err.