YAY the Phoenix landed safely! …that was totally not what I was going to write about, but more or less the first thing I do in the mornings is check out the APotD, and YAY the Phoenix landed safely! *beams* Right. Where was I. Last night I was observing to Deborah that I was all out of give-a-shit. She observed in return that actually, what was impressive was that I was all out of grim. I believe she nailed the actual problem there, and it seems that having had it…
Author: mizkit
staggering by…
I’ve read 9 books this month. That’s half again as many as I’d read this _year_ previous to May. I’m pretty sure I could happily stay on vacation through the end of June without having the slightest urge to go back to the keyboard to work. I keep looking at books on the TBR shelf that I’ve been looking forward to for years and putting off reading them yet because I *know* they’re going to be good, and I don’t want to commit myself to reading something _that good_ until…
We’ll myth you, Robert.
Evidently Robert Aspirin has died, which is just too damned bad. I read his Myth books with great fondness as a teenager, and his Phule books with surprising fondness as an adult, and was happy to go back to the Myth books until one of the later co-authored ones pointed out, in the foreword, an idiosyncracy of Robert’s that had been retained despite the co-authoring, and having had it pointed out to me, I could literally no longer read his books because I found it so irritating. Regardless, I have…
*laugh*
Online conversation just now, regarding tin whistles and guitars and broken fingers (yes, still damaged; we think I probably cracked a bone or two): Kit: so. that’s my goal. Trent: Heal, learn tin whistle, then move on to guitar? Kit: pretty much. despite the fact that tin whistle does not in any way translate to guitar. Kit: although re-learning to read music is helpful. Trent: My next line was going to be something about ‘crawl, learn to stand, ride a motorcycle’. Kit laughs. Kit: isn’t that my SOP? Trent: Pretty…
twofer
I do not read urban fantasy by choice these days. I’ve written two UF series, and consequently, reading it is way too much like work. I read it when somebody sends me a book and asks me to blurb it, and that’s pretty much it. I generally enjoy them, but there’s almost always a real hump I have to get over in the first few/several chapters where my brain is going not how I would’ve done it, awkward sentence structure, natternatterpickpickpick. It is, therefore, a surprise when I pick up…