I’m re-reading Gai-Jin by James Clavell, a ten-pound hardback that I remember not at all. Re-reading the first book in The Expanse series of science fiction writer James S.A. Corey Leviathan Wakes that I pretty much remember. Still reading (and reading it out loud to my cat) the fantasy novel Mystic by Jason Denzel. And have finished reading Patrick Kelly’s newest mystery novel Murder At Dawn (This one I couldn’t put down.)
After what was likely a six-month vacation from writing, I’m working on the end of Chapter 4 of my new mystery novel.
Re-read Becalmed by Kristine Katherine Rusch. Very disturbing story. Also re-read His Mysterious Lady by G.G. Vandagriff. Needed something light and pleasant and her Regency Romances usually are.
I’m revamping some or all of my book blurbs. Below is my first.
It doesn’t matter what you are or who you are. It doesn’t matter what you think or what your intentions are.
It only matters what you do.
Oh, really?
So, you’d let Attila the Hun pet sit your precious Fluffy the kitten just because he wasn’t known for abusing cats? Or hire Jack the Ripper to mow your lawn?
The middle aged owner and editor of the weekly newspaper called The Watermelon Pump has lived most of her working life believing that doing counts more than being, but having a sociopathic teenage boy on her staff as a small town newspaper reporter was making her rethink that stance.
At least he was only writing the engagement announcements and wedding stories. Couldn’t get in much trouble there. Right?
Luling, Texas is a small town known primarily for its watermelons (and one great barbecue joint.) Plus, a river runs through it. The only paper in town is run by local teenagers looking for an easy credit in journalism they can apply to college later. And one curmudgeonly middle aged woman who keeps a pet chicken in her office.
And maybe a budding serial killer.
Sometime sweet, maybe more bittersweet than not. Funny. And short. Easy to read, and short.
I’m reading an unexpectedly intriguing fantasy novel this week—Mystic by Jason Denzel. I found it in our back room library and haven’t a clue where it came from. Likely a free book from one of the science fiction and fantasy conventions we’ve attended over the years.
I’m also re-reading Kristine Katherine Rusch’s novel Maelstrom. Finished it. Very close to being boring.
Last weekend was the Cult Classic horror convention in Bastrop, Texas. The remaining cast of the movie Porky’s were there to be admired. Lots of people were there on Saturday. It’s one of the most entertaining book-selling opportunities we go to. Always fun. Nice people, too.
Just canceled our planned trip to Houston next week. Flooding anticipated, decided to play it safe.
I’ve finished reading Pet by Alwaele Emezl (a brilliant book) and almost finished re-reading The Chase by Kristine Katherine Rusch.
Wednesday zoo party had some of the best food I’ve ever eaten at any event! Example—three different hors d’oeuvres followed by a salad they were calling Mexican Citrus Salad. It had nine different ingredients. Queso fresco and toasted pepitas being two of them. Main meal was seared flatiron steak topped with coriander chimichurri and salsa macha. Best of all were the potatoes! AKA potato pave. And for dessert, salted caramel tres leches (with other good stuff on top)
Heaven! Except for the strong cold wind that buffeted us coming and going.
Ambassador animals were a lovely little sloth and a big lizard on a leash. (FYI I had written “lizard on a leach, and then lizard on a leech” before I realized it wasn’t right!!!
We sat with a Neiman-Marcus top executive and three other lovely ladies whose husbands (and them, of course) help make sure the San Antonio Zoo has the money it needs.
Gorillas coming to the San Antonio Zoo! Eight of them.
