Wow, I really do suck at this blogging thing, don’t I? I’m working on getting better, I promise. Things have been stupid busy over the last two weeks, and some things have had to give. I’m hoping to get a bunch of stuff up in the next week, though. Here’s what’s been going on. …
(reviews) The 33 by JC Hutchins
JC Hutchins has done it again. The creative genius behind 7th Son and Dark Arts has come out with a new project: The 33. It’s an episodic storyline, sort of like a TV season, but in words. My favorite kind of serial. The concept is simple and yet immense: 33 people, with special skills, who …
(Personal) No, really, I’m not dead.
It’s been – well, January was a month that kind of sucked, to be perfectly honest. However, the good news is that there’s no meniscus tear in my knee, I got my standing desk at work, and starting Monday, I have every Wednesday off. Yay! February is definitely looking up. I’ll post more later …
(personal/health) Pain
I’ve been quiet lately, and I’m sorry. I should have sent out at least one project to a friend (sorry, Sue!), and I really should have been writing. And editing. And formatting. I haven’t done anything this week except hunker down and try to ride the pain. Pain is something that I should …
(advent) Wednesday, December 25
“Molly, Molly, he came, he came!” Drew groaned and tried to pull the covers over his head. “Is it daylight yet?” Molly chuckled. “It’s actually almost seven o’clock. They let us sleep.” She got up and stretched. “Come on, don’t you want to see what Santa brought?” Lily and Zoey were waiting …
(advent) Tuesday, December 24
“You do realize that this house is going to be insane tonight, right?” Molly said, grinning, as they climbed out of the Range Rover. The Barrett household was ablaze with lights and the shouts of children could be heard even in the driveway. At least they are happy shouts, Schrodinger pointed out. And besides, …
(advent) Monday, December 23
Zoey, Zoey, look what I found! Zoey looked up from the book she was only half-reading when she heard Schrodinger call. Corrine had given her, Lily and Jack a choice that morning: they could stay at the Barretts’ house and play, or they could go to the bookstore and hang out with Molly. As …