More Books, Articles, and Jack
Good weather news: it is supposed to rain like crazy this weekend! Bad weather news: we're going to a friend's wedding on Saturday when the bulk of the rain is due to fall. Fortunately, it's not being held outside. I've really been looking forward to it, since he's a friend who we've known since he was a tiny baby and he is marrying a great person.
Jack has not lost his fascination with the laptop screen. He wants to lay with his head on the keyboard and watch it, and bite my fingers when I'm typing, and bat at any moving pictures on the screen. I try to discourage this by using a spray bottle and screaming.
Books:
Shadowlands by Violette Malan is out, a sequel to The Mirror Prince
Prince Cassandra dispatches Stormwolf, formerly a Hound but cured by his prince's magic and restored to the Rider he once was, to the Shadowlands to call home the People who remain refugees there. But Stormwolf finds the Hounds of the Wild Hunt now prey upon the souls of the humans, draining them of the magic which is the very lifeblood of the People. With the help of Valory Martin, a mortal psychic, Stormwolf must find the magic needed to defeat the Hunt before it's too late. Violette has the first chapter on her web site here (look up in the upper right hand corner under "sneak peek")
The full table of contents of Chicks Unravel Time has been posted! My article is "Donna Noble Saves the Universe." The book is up for preorder and will be out in the first week or so of November.
Articles:
No Evidence of Disease
A blogger describes his experience with a "friend" who faked cancer, just to get attention:
Being duped is humiliating. You backtrack and see how unconvincing the props and scenery look in the light of day. The storefronts turn out to have been cheap painted wood, the mountain landscape is just a flimsy canvas. But that feeling is normal. The lies only needed to be convincing in the moment, and their very audacity made them easy to sell.
Given a choice between thinking something is an odd coincidence, and deciding that your best friend's entire identity, down to the scar on her chest, has been constructed to deceive you; that she has gotten up every morning and shaved her head just to fuck with you, you are unlikely to choose door number two.
Smithsonian: The Great New England Vampire Panic
Two hundred years after the Salem witch trials, farmers became convinced that their relatives were returning from the grave to feed on the living
Jack has not lost his fascination with the laptop screen. He wants to lay with his head on the keyboard and watch it, and bite my fingers when I'm typing, and bat at any moving pictures on the screen. I try to discourage this by using a spray bottle and screaming.
Books:
Shadowlands by Violette Malan is out, a sequel to The Mirror Prince
Prince Cassandra dispatches Stormwolf, formerly a Hound but cured by his prince's magic and restored to the Rider he once was, to the Shadowlands to call home the People who remain refugees there. But Stormwolf finds the Hounds of the Wild Hunt now prey upon the souls of the humans, draining them of the magic which is the very lifeblood of the People. With the help of Valory Martin, a mortal psychic, Stormwolf must find the magic needed to defeat the Hunt before it's too late. Violette has the first chapter on her web site here (look up in the upper right hand corner under "sneak peek")
The full table of contents of Chicks Unravel Time has been posted! My article is "Donna Noble Saves the Universe." The book is up for preorder and will be out in the first week or so of November.
Articles:
No Evidence of Disease
A blogger describes his experience with a "friend" who faked cancer, just to get attention:
Being duped is humiliating. You backtrack and see how unconvincing the props and scenery look in the light of day. The storefronts turn out to have been cheap painted wood, the mountain landscape is just a flimsy canvas. But that feeling is normal. The lies only needed to be convincing in the moment, and their very audacity made them easy to sell.
Given a choice between thinking something is an odd coincidence, and deciding that your best friend's entire identity, down to the scar on her chest, has been constructed to deceive you; that she has gotten up every morning and shaved her head just to fuck with you, you are unlikely to choose door number two.
Smithsonian: The Great New England Vampire Panic
Two hundred years after the Salem witch trials, farmers became convinced that their relatives were returning from the grave to feed on the living
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