This morning I could see my breath when I went to breakfast. Tomorrow it’s going to be 70° again. My thermometer is getting whiplash.
I have an appointment to take my car in to the body shop a week from today to get an estimate on repairs. I’ll have to do without my little tC for the better part of a week. Fortunately the other party is being very cooperative and isn’t contesting her blame. (After all, I wasn’t even in the car at the time, so it would be hard to say otherwise!)
Big Brother was interesting last night, with the two simultaneous medical crises. We never did get to see Allison when she swelled up, only got the second hand testimony of someone who saw her. If it wasn’t for the minor convulsion, I might have suspected Amanda of faking her collapse. I wonder if she’ll get some special dispensation from the slop because of her glycemia. And Sheila is starting to look terribly paranoid. The lady has issues.
I wrote a couple of pages of a new short story by hand last night. I’ve been trying to come up with something for an anthology that has an end-of-March deadline, but I’ve been so wrapped up in the novel that I haven’t wanted to defocus. After I turned out the light last night the opening scene came to me very clearly. I’m not sure if I’ll get it finished on time, but it’s something I might work on during the evenings when I’m not working on the novel. Speaking of which, I reached the 2/3-way point this morning. I hope it doesn’t suck.
Steve Vernon reviewed the anthology Gratia Placenti for Fear Zone. Here’s what he had to say about my story, “Popup Killer.”
Admit it. Everybody has got somebody they’d love to see vanish. Maybe your brother-in-law, maybe that guy in the office who talks too loudly, maybe that online troll you’d love to get rid of, or maybe even {Fear Zone editor} Greg Lamberson. (heh-heh). Just suppose you could do it. Make somebody vanish. Bev Vincent’s sharply crafted textbook-perfect tale of comeuppance will let you know just what might go wrong.
