Wow…

So, it took no time at all for me to get a month behind. That’s refreshing. ๐Ÿ™„

The DayJob, as should be expected by now, has been a relentless flurry of madness for the last week. Those of you that know me personally (or have followed my exploits online over the years) know this is a normal thing – it is the first week of the Fall semester and… well… F-A-L-L… that spells crazy.

(Yeah, I know that’s not the line… but it works)

In addition to the normal madness, we have returned to campus. Many classes have returned to campus. Delta has, thankfully, not decided to enroll at this time.

I continue to massage several projects – many of which are beginning to resemble the plans that originally erupted in my brain.

I continue to reluctantly pay attention to the news: particularly regarding the pandemic’s revival, the return of the Calinferno, and the unchecked aggression and unapologetic idiocy that plagues the central valley.

And I continue to hope people will do better.

Be better.

Until next time friends, do what’s right… do what’s decent… and above all, be kind.

One more thing…

My dear friend (and fellow masochist… er… author) S.J. McMillan and her family could use some prayers/positivity/good vibes etc. I’d appreciate it if you’d have the Universe send some her way ๐Ÿ’–

Change of Scenery

After working remotely for more than a year, the process of returning to the Day Job’s normal location is underway. With the office having been mostly abandoned since March 2020, the process is far more arduous than one might imagine.

While I have not missed the commute, it will be nice to return to the “normal” routine… one year at home isn’t enough to break the normalcy of nineteen years into the career after all.

Yes, I’ve been at the Day Job for just over 20 years.

It doesn’t seem possible, but here we are.

The commute means a little less me time but it also means that me time won’t be interrupted by the lingering aura of work – so that’s a plus.

Look forward to more… there’s still at least one more release to look forward to this year and who knows what’s on the horizon…

Until next time, friends… look at what’s around you, then look at your place in it. You’re an important part of that picture โค๏ธ

The Return

The world is collectively trying to adjust to whatever the new normal will be as we move forward in this timeline.

California has seen significant improvement and is poised to stick its governmental fingers in all our ears and la la la like COVID never happened (at least, that’s how the latest “beyond the blueprint” thing reads to me).

This means, of course, that my commute-free days will soon be coming to an end. Other than a little more road fatigue, I doubt much will change for me but one never knows.

The normal you can depend on: monsters, games, more monsters, and superheroes.

That’s right.

No matter what happens next or how the new normal finally manifests in its fullness, you need stories and I’m happy to provide.

Until next time, friends… be safe.
I want to see you all on the other side of this thing. ๐Ÿ’–

The Elephant In The Room

Summer’s here. Again. We haven’t been hit with the break-out-the-stillsuits heat (yet) but it will come. It always does. At least, this year, it looks like we might be able to breathe recycled air someplace other than our own homes.

What the world will look like for “summer vacation” and beyond is still anybody’s guess… there are just too many variables.

Regardless of the fact that the Day Job is in the educational sector, I don’t really get a “summer vacation.” It’s okay, though… with so many other folks on summer vacation, I actually tend to get quite a bit done. And it looks like the Day Job will still be remote – at least through the summer – so I have that extra commute time to be home doing not-Day-Job things.

The plan, of course, is to get a decent amount of writing done.

And get in a couple trips to the zoo.

But what about the last year?

I know a lot of folks that participated in NaNoWriMo wrote the pandemic into their novel. I understand the need for catharsis for both writer and reader, and that those stories could offer that.

But my muse doesn’t work that way.

When the RealWorldโ„ข has gone to shit, my muse basically throws it out even more completely than she normally does. You won’t find mention of the pandemic or the shelter-in-place orders in my writing because, frankly, fiction – in general – should be a safe way to escape for both reader and writer.

I know. I can hear it now:
What about Scarred Sun? What about the social issues that creep in around the fantasy? What about that one character?

Think about an escape.

If you’re escaping from a person/place/situation, odds are pretty high that person/place/situation was bad for you. Odds are pretty high that, to some extent, you didn’t want to be there.

And you do escape. You get away. You’re free.

Except for the memories… the residual pain and fear… the trauma… those don’t all go away. Some of it’s not as bad. Some of it you can actually pack up and get rid of. But other stuff stays and the best you can do is learn to cope.

While the pandemic is a staggering thing and is more likely to have a place in the history books than more pressing issues (that’s another rant I don’t feel like ranting right now), it’s not that bad. With just over three million obvious exceptions*, the whole of it can be packed up and stuck on a shelf to be forgotten… but that’s just not true for a lot of other things that defined 2020.

No more grim social commentary today. Maybe tomorrow ๐Ÿ˜‰

Until next time, friends… drink some water, stop and smell the roses, pet the dogs (with permission, of course), and soak up the Vitamin D.

You need it.

We all do. ๐ŸŒž

~+~

*3,128,962 confirmed deaths according to the World Health Organization at time of writing