…and cranes or herons. A medium-sized wading bird that bears a vague resemblance to a roadrunner in its coloration has moved into our neighborhood. It stands stock still in the water-filled ditches. If it’s looking for fish, it’s SOL, but crawfish that build mud chimneys live in the ditches, so maybe he (or she) is looking for some of those. I tried looking it up at rightbird.com but didn’t find an exact match. I suspect it’s a night heron of some sort.
This weekend I accomplished several things. I finished up the interview I’ve been transcribing and turned it in. I made one last editing pass through the story I finished the previous weekend and turned it in. I wrote my Storytellers Unplugged essay for tomorrow and I recorded and mixed it as a podcast. The short story is called Popup Killer and was my invited story to the Apex Featured Writers anthology Gratia Placenti, which means “for the sake of pleasing.” I heard back from the editor today that he’s accepting the story for the anthology, which is due out this fall.
Just three more days until NECON. Can’t wait! I’m leaving early on Thursday morning, but I don’t get to Providence until mid-afternoon. I’ll probably get to the campus just in time to go out to the traditional Thursday-evening dinner with Jack Haringa & Co.
Burn Notice is my favorite new show of the summer. The cast is uniformly excellent and the stories have been very good thus far, too. Big Brother is my guilty pleasure of the summer. It’s fun watching the worst come out in people. The current HoH is one of the most annoying houseguests in recent memory, but the blonde with the Barbie voice whose nemesis was evicted last week isn’t far behind. I quite like Evil Dick and his ability to speak his mind. It got him on the chopping block for the week, though, and it would be a shame to see him go.
