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May 22, 2022
Tweet of the Day, You’ll Laugh In Pure Horror edition.
Although my wife doesn’t know if this is any worse than just picking up the cat by the scruff of the neck. And she’s the one who knows cats. I just like having ’em around.
— Ibuprofen Hippo(@JimJamitis) May 22, 2022
May 21, 2022
05/21/22 Snippet, SCENES FROM THE ZOO.
Going Home!
Patreon!They both went to Juan’s End of Tour party on Saturday. It was all right: most people didn’t know they were together, and if Juan found out, what did he care? He was going Home.
“Five years!” George said to him. “Did they go by fast? I’ve still got two to go, myself.”
“Pretty fast,” Juan admitted. “The work’s fun, but I’m ready to go.” He looked down at his plump body. “I can’t wait to look like me again, too.”
“Were you thinner?” Emily asked as she sipped her drink. Late Middle First Republic Americans put umbrellas in some of them, for no rational reason observers could decipher. “I think I was fatter, actually. If that even means anything, when it comes to two different species.”
“…Yes. Yes, I was definitely thinner.” Juan grinned. “And I won’t have to shave anymore! I hate shaving. And hair.”
“I’ve found that mine has grown on me,” George said deadpan, and was gratified that the other two laughed. Making a joke like that in another language was hard.
Tweet of the Day, That Episode Was Genuinely Lovecraftian edition.
And definitely Delta Green-ish, too. If you still have Netflix, it’s fifteen minutes’ worth of icepick-style cosmic horror. Worth a watch.
The “In Vaulted Halls Entombed” is the latest season of Love Death & Robots is great. A Delta Green Cthulhu type story with a team of American marines. Creepy and cool#LoveDeathRobots #netflix #deltagreen #callofcthulhu @lovedeathrobots @JoeManganiello pic.twitter.com/8qWpuI9Kt2
— Phil Edwards (@Live_for_Films) May 20, 2022
Book of the Week, Tales From The Fermi Resolution.
…Well, you know, Tales From The Fermi Resolution is on super-sale this week. 99 cents! That’s a steal. So is the book, honestly. I’m not raising the prices on any of the publish books, inflation or not…
My buddy Jimmie Bise now has a Patreon.
Found here. He’s a good dude and I signed up for it under my alternate account (Patreon can be annoying when it comes to Patrons who are also creators). He’ll presumably be doing it to get some extra income from his writing…
May 20, 2022
The “NO! DUMBASS! DON’T WISH FOR ANYTHING!” THREE THOUSAND YEARS OF LONGING trailer.
YOUR ACADEMIC INSTINCTS ARE SPOT-ON, MADAM. DO NOT WISH FOR ANYTHING. I DON’T CARE IF HE LOOKS LIKE IDRIS ELBA.
The amazing thing is, the character in THREE THOUSAND YEARS OF LONGING knows this. And clearly she’s going to do it anyway. I may even go see this film, if only to see if she does the smart thing with said wish. Because there’s only one way out of this kind of mess.
05/20/22 Snippet, SCENES FROM THE ZOO.
Not much done tonight, but I had other stuff piling up and at least I got a scene finished.
Patreon!Having sex with Emily was so complicated, George wondered sometimes why the two of them kept doing it. Aside from the obvious pleasures involved.
Conforming to humans norms was easy enough: Late Middle First Republic culture permitted sexual encounters between two unmarried adults, as long as people were discreet. George would go to a bar where he knew Emily would be, initiate a conversation with her, and then, after a few drinks, they would go to a motel room for sex. As long as they varied the bars and motels, this activity would pass unnoticed.
The true difficulty came in not tripping the observer system. Project 23-175 did not forbid occasional sexual relations between researchers, but it would almost eagerly make Emily and George take on a role as a couple if it knew about their ‘affair.’ Which would mean reassignment in another city in the Observation area, with new names and backstories to memorize.
“But would that be so bad?” mused George, as the two of them lay naked on the motel bed, sharing a cigarette. “I hear they need more couples for the Dizzy City suburbs. The weather’s supposed to be nice, down there.”
Ohhh, right. This is the ‘Everything Sucks’ section of the publishing process.
This is the fourth novel-length book I’ve published; you’d think I was used to the checklist by now. This is the part where everything is awful and nothing works right and what the Hell, Moe? I’m not sure if it’s a buildup of put-it-aside-for-now emotions from the process, the desire to get it over with, or just the inevitable reaction to the detail that I’ve spent more time the last month working on books instead of advertising them. It typically goes away when I finally publish the blessed thing.
Anyway, talking about it is therapeutic. If only because I stop feeling down, and start feeling annoyed. I don’t have time for this.
