It’s been over a year now since I posted “the Silence in the Spaces Between”. I acknowledged at the time that it was the re-telling of another story, well-known in certain quarters, and I expected the source material to be identified in days if not hours. Well, that didn’t happen (or, if it did, nobody mentioned it to me). Time, then, to put the matter to rest.
Following out on an earlier request, blondebitz has provided some relatively fantastic cover art for two more of my stories, as shown below. Much squee!
I’m loving this. I now have art for eight of my stories which only leaves fifty-six to go, but hey, Im an optimist.
Just since the last time I made any significant post:
My daughter (sroni) has rejoined her new husband in Ireland, where he now has a job with a multinational company.
My son and his Chinese wife have been sending us sonograms of our soon-to-be-first grandchild. Susan asked several times if they knew the gender yet, before Mei told her that in China it’s not legal for techs to give that information to prospective parents. (Too many female-negative selective abortions.) He has applications in for a few companies that, if he could get hired with them, would allow them to live in America.
The same day sroni left for Ireland, I got a new job. Very entry-level, and the least I’ve worked for in a dozen years, but it’s a job and those are still a bit thin on the ground, so I’m not going to be complaining.
I haven’t quite fanfic writing, I just haven’t been doing any recently. I won’t make promises, but my intent is to get going again within the next few days.
And I’ve been working my way through the Dead Zone, the 2002-2007 series with Anthony Michael Hall. Saw a few episodes back when it was first airing, but never had the opportunity to get into it, and I find I’m enjoying the way they address the possibilities. Less than halfway through at this point, but progressing steadily.
Also, gradually losing some of the weight I began to put on the moment I ceased driving long-haul. Really needed to do that. Let’s see how far I can go.
Today I drank poison. I felt the effects almost immediately, but it wasn’t quite enough, so I gave myself another dose.
My poison of choice is a C2H5OH distillate in 40% solution, mixed with diet cola. Sometimes I’ll go with an alternative, a more dilute version — 6.5% — with Bloody Mary mix.
Why, yes, all alcohols are poisons. Ethanol just happens to be the form our bodies can metabolize faster than the lethal effects. So, when we drink, what we are enjoying is the symptoms of that particular poison not-quite-killing us.
And, on that note, I believe I’ll pour just one more.