Rain In August (and other oddities)

This is today’s weather forecast. Did I mention that windshield wipers were necessary during the morning commute to the DayJob? Yes – it’s as miserable as it seems it would be… especially for the denizens the Central Valley who are so often reminded we should appreciate the fact that “it’s a dry heat.”WTForecase

Speaking of the DayJob… it hasn’t quite sucked the life out of me – but it’s making a hell of an effort.

In other news…

I am still chipping away at the previously mentioned projects and, thanks to a comment on the Facebook page, have another one rattling around one of the currently unoccupied corners of my mind. Or maybe sharing space with another fledgling plot. It’s hard to tell, sometimes.

Youngest spawn has finished camp and cheer season has officially begun. Practice Tuesday and Thursday, games on Saturday. This (in addition to the DayJob and other year-round responsibilities) is my life for the next three months. You may “see” less of me out here in the etherworld, but if you happen to wander our direction in real life on a Saturday, you’ll probably end up at a youth football game. You’ve been warned.

In the grander scheme of things: the world in general (my country, in particular) continues its downward spiral. I fear the doomsday clock will move even closer to midnight next year – assuming they even wait that long to make the adjustment. I think, though, that’s all I’m going to say about that today.

I make no promises about what I may or may not say tomorrow.

Redefining Insanity

Things are crazy here.

Even crazier than normal… unless, of course, you consider that all the pieces and parts are still… well… normal.

For me, at any rate.

The world seems to continue to spiral into madness (in a related note: Dissension is still free, but time’s running out). Seriously, folks, there really are things more important than who was cast in a TV show.

Closer to home, the Detwiler Fire in Mariposa County (central California) is not an immediate danger to us – but it’s devastating and my heart breaks a little more every time I see an update.
More than 74,000 acres have burned so far with only 15% containment.
Nearly 4,000 personnel are battling this blaze.

Even closer to home, the Day Job’s about to intensify exponentially and cheer season for the youngest spawn is right around the corner.

Then it will be back-to-school, and holidays, and…

Oh, and that cool story with the fantasy races in the post apocalypse? That’s still happening.
So’s another Rio Crew Novel.
And a couple other smaller projects that may or may not develop beyond brainstorming.

Blanket Fort

The “real world” has grown exponentially more depressing and my desire to hide away from it all is hard to deny.

But, as someone occasionally accused of being a responsible adult, I can’t just heed the call of the blanket fort without considering the consequences.

Thankfully, the Muse has finally decided she’s seen enough of the copper coffee pots.

She has taken me back (or is it forward?) to the days after the end of the world: a decade after a few superpowers chose play the very dangerous and deadly game of Whose Bomb Is Bigger, Anyway? and ended up destroying civilization.

Some saw the way things were headed and prepared: shelters were built and stocked and, when the bombs began to fly, evacuations began. Some were barely large enough to keep a single family safe but others were designed to house the populations of entire cities.

Others preferred to stay above ground: to fortify what they could, help each other as much as they were able, and let fate lead them into the future.

Still others blindly trusted in divinity and bureaucracy: content to wait for government assistance and/or the hands of the Gods to scoop them up out of harm’s way.

Survival has done a lot of things to the races that lived here and has, in some cases, made matters worse.

Did I mention the fact that the so-called fantasy races never died out? That some of the largest and most secure bunkers belonged to elvish royals and some of the greatest ground-level safe-zones were built by humans and dwarves working together? What about the…

Enh…

I’ll let you find out for yourself 🙂