This picture has been sitting among the random files on my desktop for, jeez, 19 months now while I’ve sought a context for it apart from, “Look at this wacky thing I found on a knitting site that I stumbled on for no reason I can recall.”
19 months, is, coincidentally, the amount of time that I’ve been meaning / trying / neglecting to finish a worthy novel synopsis.
So that’s two things done today…
I’m older! And not just in that lame we’re-all-older-every-single-moment-of-every-single-day way. My way involves cake! And fire! Lots of fire!
“Just Do It” is up on Escape Pod, read by the fabulous Word Whore of the podcast Air Out My Shorts. I’m pleased to be read by someone with such a nom de pod, and at least three of you know why.
And in a particularly sweet dollop of icing on this cakey goodness, the podcast has been boingboinged.
Let’s say it is.
A few things from my notebook:
There is, by the way, a reason the Incredible Hulk isn’t set in London…
Page 1, Panel 1: Bruce Banner dresses for work.
Page 1, Panel 2: Bruce Banner enters London Underground Station.
Page 1, Panel 3: Enraged by crowds, Banner transforms into the Hulk.
See? No suspense.
Must Write Stone Age SF…
… so I have an excuse to call it CavePunk.
At the poetry reading…
Never say which is your favorite.
Pineapple juice is barely interesting, and never sexy.
I don’t care about your artistic journey.
The stainless steel elevator doors have conspicuous fingerprints, one hand’s worth on each side at the very top of doors. They are smeary in a way that indicates strenuous effort.
An American Kid, Maybe Five Years Old …
…has been chattering on the Tube. He see the Bermondsey stop and announces that we have arrived at “Beer Money”, a phrase he has obviously heard before.