What’s my reward for staring down my obsessive-compulsive disorder and going inside a Dunkin Donuts during the pandemic, rather than using the drive-thru?
Straws. As many freakin’ straws as I want. And napkins too.
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In addition to bakery fire burns, bruised jaws, and deep gashes, I can now add printing acid injuries and goat injuries to the list of bodily traumas I’ve had to Google in my Stars Fall Out research.
I found a site called MoonConnection.com in my Stars Fall Out research. It seems like a nice enough site, but what a waste that it’s just lunar information and not a werewolf dating site.
If I am ever granted three wishes, I shall waste one of them swapping handwriting with one of those people who prints in small caps.
Or a cybernetic arm that does the same thing. I’ve thought about this too much.
Continuing last summer’s re-read of the Dune series by Frank Herbert, I picked up with God Emperor of Dune a few days ago.
My reading choices are often dictated by whim or nostalgia, and so Dune has to be read in the summer, just like the first time I read it.
So far, I’m enjoying the character of Leto II quite a bit. Where Paul Atreides is all doomy and self-important, Leto II is much more fun and quixotic.
A choice of two doors
I’m now living in an actual situation in which I have to decide between Door One and Door Two, and both options suck. Door One used to be our main entrance into our apartment. We stopped using it at the start of the pandemic because it’s a shared door, and… Continue reading
Diverse Speculative Fiction Reading Event
I’ll be participating in a live reading event on Saturday, May 15, 2021. My face is on the banner and everything… (That’s a new experience for me.) Anyway, I’ll probably read an excerpt from Stars Fall Out, so if you’ve been following that particular project, this is a great time… Continue reading
Every time I have to put on my extrovert hat, I am reminded first that it does not fit well, and second that I do not, in fact, own an extrovert hat.
Everyone knows “Take On Me,” but I submit that “The Sun Always Shines on TV” is the superior a-ha song. I rediscover it every few years and listen to it endlessly.
https://youtu.be/a3ir9HC9vYg
I’m not one of those people who believe that swearing signifies a weak vocabulary, but today I edited eight “damns” out of a story to submit to a clean market, and I had a lot of fun figuring out alternatives. Confounded alternatives.