Recent random doings:
Ardulum Book 1. Juicy space opera goodness. I saw a recommendation by Seanan McGuire online, and I second the recommendation and third it and give it many thumbs up.
Other than that, I’ve been reading seed catalogs, longform online articles about sunscreen & vitamin D. Also re-reading my own writing a lot in the process of revisions.
Venom. Much more fun than I expected. Tom Hardy was entirely believable as a loser coping with an alien parasite. Slight letdown at the end with the alien.
Smallfoot. Um. It could’ve been worse? I don’t feel the 90 min of my life were wasted.
First two seasons of The Good Place, and caught up with the current season.
It’s “eat all the summer’s saved fruit!” season. I am perfectly willing to eat frozen blueberries as-is, raw & rinsed off, but Spouseman much prefers me to bake them into things. So. Faux cobbler gets made a lot (what’s that? I take a baking dish, pour in some rinsed frozen fruit w/a little sugar & lemon stirred in, dig out a couple of frozen apple doughnuts, enough to cover the fruit when chopped up and sprinkled on top, and bake until bubbly, browned on top, and delicious.) I make it with sliced, peeled apples too, but mostly berries.
Garden things in January? In Chicagoland? WEIRD, right? I helped with a seed bank seed-sorting project at Chicago Botanic. It was lovely. I got to play with screens, and pans, and an air column . Bergamot, penstemon, and prairie dock. My hands smelled like summer all day long, both times. Hoping I get to do that again.
Flashback cat pic:
No Context WIP snippet. I post these because I like them but am uncertain whether they work, by the way. Yes, I would like to know if they’re totally meh, or if you like them too.
Jack saw the rising column of smoke in the distance as soon as the teleport haze cleared around him. The tree-lined neighborhood street was empty, but shouts and wailing sirens were audible at a significant distance.
He bit back a snarl. The smoke meant they were going be late to the incident site no matter what they did, when every second counted.
And that’s a wrap.