Migraine

IT WAS INTERESTING, I had a migraine this weekend, Saturday, one where I didn’t really have a headache—but just felt irritable and depressed and distracted. Since I didn’t imagine it was a migraine, I didn’t take one of the prescription migraine pills until later—but once I did, it worked—and the rest of the day was productive. I don’t understand how those pills work, and I don’t understand migraines—still haven’t read that Oliver Sacks book. This malady set me back, yesterday, because I wanted to finish editing my new story, a mystery adventure that I am intending to be the first book of a book series. I thought it would be fun to write some detective mysteries and try to make a series. This depends on not getting tired of writing them after the first one, or so—so we’ll see. I like the first episode a lot. It’s relatively short—what is probably a “novella” length, technically—though I’m just calling it a series book mystery. Twenty chapters. I like the characters. The only problem is, I don’t know how I’m going to publish it. I am thinking of trying the Amazon print on demand thing—to make a kindle book and, also, hopefully, print paperbacks. I cannot afford to use the book printing service I used in the past (partly because I’m planning on doing a book that way next year, and that’s my limited budget). I’ll do my best to publish it in some way, and to make some copies affordable and available for people—I want people to read it!

—Randy Russell 9.29.24