That Delusion I’m Human Strikes Again

My shitty day job called this afternoon. By which, what I mean is, less than twenty-four hours before I’m supposed to be at work tomorrow morning. Actually, scratch that. It was slightly less than twelve hours before I’m supposed to be at work. There are exactly two reasons people from work call me, and they

Rabbits, Fallen Trees, and Creeks

I went out again. A little more distance on the thing… I met a little friend along the way. I think there was a rabbit nest involved, because the rabbit seemed to be playing decoy. Here’s a fallen tree. Note how I have artfully cropped the bits with the chainsaw cuts out of the picture.

Thinking About Comic Books

For some reason, the idea that I should write a comic book is fluttering around in my head. Seems like an obvious choice, since I have absolutely no concept whatsoever of how to do that. Or what I would write about in a comic book… or … well… any other relevant topic. It seems like

Events and Newsletters

I got a newsletter from my not-so-local, independent bookstore today. I’m sure they have a mailing list of thousands, and honestly, it’s been a while since I dropped by this particular store. The newsletter was one specific event. Which is going to happen tomorrow, around one o’clock in the afternoon. So… uhm… less than twenty-four

I Love You, Fellow Genre Writers!

One of my main characters blew up a nun, the other day. I mentioned this on Twitter, of course. You have to say something when you’re procrastinating in the company of others. No one thought it was the slightest bit odd. ‘Cause that’s the way we roll on genre twitter. There was, of course, a

Getting Moving Again

I fought my way through enough exercise to make my Fitbit happy. This is an accomplishment on my days off, and next to nothing on the days I work. You see, at some point in my optimistic past, I decided that my goal should be somewhere “above average”–by which, what I mean is my average–and

Look, I posted: Random Tangent of the Day

I’m having one of those days where I got distracted by Why Batteries Aren’t Vegan, and suddenly wound up in the midst of a how electronics are made tangent. Apparently, the answer is meat. I didn’t know that, and I’m still not sure I understand it, but that’s the kind of trivia I have to

Spring Cleaning, and Impossible Schedules

I get up early, and by the end of the day I’m really dragging. Not enough caffeine? Too many carbohydrates? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the fact of having been awake for a whole day’s worth of work. I don’t feel like two in the morning is time to get up, and I don’t

Author Branding The Wrong Way

I took this off any of my automatic-share settings, because I’m really not one of the people affected, and I’m just running a little commentary off to the side. There are plenty of other people in the thick of it. I’ve been watching a writer’s career explode–the drama of the day on Twitter. She’s been

Resolve THIS… In 120,000 Words or Less

I’m glaring down both barrels of an idea that’s only partially developed, and thinking that it might not make a bad series. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of writing a series, but at the same time, spending that much time and energy on a character and a world terrifies me. I’m not

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