Decades ago while potty training our daughter, my wife walked into the living room to find a #2 on the floor near the coffee table. Said female child lurked furtively nearby.
“What’s this?” asked Mom, feigning surprise.
“Maybe it’s a fish,” daughter replied.
“A fish?!”
“Yes, a sleeping fish,” the little round face explained in all seriousness. Then she galloped away.
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Apologies for lack of blog content lately. I’m determined not to flog dead horses or join the chorus of flat earth answers, and I certainly don’t want to add to the deafening volume of white noise in our frantic, hi-tech, social media connect society. I’ve been wracking my mind for something I think will genuinely contribute, for content. Life has been pressing in on all sides, rendering me a bit preoccupied and not a little disheveled.
On top of normal everyday chores, I’ve been slammed with glass work and glass work-related problems. (Other people’s lack of planning becomes my emergency) On top of that my friend’s sister just passed from a sudden brain aneurysm. On the highway with her two kids in the car. She was 43.
Fortunately, another adult in the passenger seat was able to steer the car safely to the side of the road. That and the fact she was an organ donor are the only two bright spots in this tragedy.
That kind of cold smack in the face on top of real-world business drops my post-apocalyptic fantasy story down a few notches. Even the wonderful opportunity of being accepted to this year’s Viable Paradise gets a perspective adjustment.
Love your friends and family while you can.
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Writing/reading-wise, I’ve got three new recommends:
David Brook’s The Road to Character
Neal Stephenson’s Reamde
and the Toshiba CB35 Chromebook. (My new ‘take-anywhere’ writing tool/toy)
Have a good weekend.
Hot Space Station Justice 