Running, Not Running, and the Weekend Felony

Every once in a while, a day comes along where you can’t run. You’ve been going along with your training plan, accident, injury, illness, whatever keeps you from lacing your shoes up and hitting the pavements. Such days are intensely frustrating–at least, for me. I get an itching under my skin and a snarl below my smile.

Of course, you could say the snarl’s always there, so…

I had thought I’d be able to get through this training plan without a single missed workout, and was actually congratulating myself the other day. That, I suspect, was my first mistake. Ugh. But at least tomorrow is anothah day, and all that rot.

In better news, I’m still taking suggestions for rewards in the possible (merely possible, guys, don’t get all excited now) Steelflower 2 Kickstarter. I also signed up for Patreon, so if you want a look at alternate chapters, sneak peeks of upcoming stuff, chances to have me answer questions or do a reading in a vlog, or any of that, head on over and take a look. The first teensy prize is a PDF of a couple chapters from Rattlesnake Wind, which is nearing completion but may never see publication. (There’s only six of them left. Just sayin’.)

…what’s that? The felony? Oh, yes. Remember how I was telling you last Saturday was bizarre? This is why. Basically, I went to visit my writing partner and ended up being witness to interstate mail felony something or another. No, neither of us were arrested–she was a witness too. And I just want it registered that I was the voice of reason in the whole thing. (A rare and wonderful occurrence, that.) Given that I’m usually the bad angel sitting on my writing partner’s shoulder, it’s a topsy-turvy feeling. I can’t wait to get back to being the bad influence.

And now I have to go see where I can shoehorn more scenes into Agent Zero…

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State Library of New South Wales collection