I am going to try to be more active on Goodreads. Maybe get some friends and develop a more active blog.

I've been busy writing a sequel to How to Rob a Bank - a Love Story. I'm tentatively calling it Harvesting the Garden of Evil
And I also dug out a book of humorous Nautical Poems which I wrote back when we were living and cruising on a sailboat. It's called Creaky Docklines and I have uploaded it to Amazon and getting ready to publish it. It should be available within a week.

Just as a sample, here's one of the poems - though you may need to be a boater to appreciate it:
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Sailing
by Elliot MacDonald

We motored for days on the oceans and bays waiting for wind to arise,
But then rose the gales, too much for our sails, but that should have been no surprise.

How the fickle winds know which direction to blow to keep us from our destination,
I can’t comprehend what signal I send to cause myself such consternation.

I’ve long since decreed I haven’t the need for a CQR out on the sound
I’ve never enjoyed it, ‘cause before I’ve deployed it, I’ve found myself running aground.

When rum tots pass round, I can never be found, the crew toasts the sunset, I toil
With great agitation, profane incantation with hose clamps and buckets of oil.

My lofty ambition never came to fruition way back when I first bought my yacht
My visions of cruises, did not involve bruises or naps in a soaking wet cot

But wait just a minute, the sun’s out, I’m in it, a fresh wind is filling the main.
Boat heels ten degrees in a tropical breeze; I forget what caused me to complain.

So forget what I said, I was out of my head, I forgot there is nothing on earth
Like the call of the sea for my first mate and me, the trouble is less than the worth.

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If you're a boater, you may want to pick up a copy - it makes a fun read and has always been a good addition to a party in the cockpit, 'when rum tots pass round.'