Cherry Saturday 5-27-2017

Today is Cellophane Tape Day, or as everybody else calls it, Scotch Tape Day. 

I’m a big fan of tape–any kind of tape–because so much in my life keeps falling apart, so I have a whole bin of different colors of duct tape and different widths of masking tape, along with adhesive tape for bandages and crafts and electric tape for cords that get damaged and washi tape just because, but my go-to is always Scotch tape, especially since there are so many great looking tape dispensers these days.  None of this will come as a surprise to any office supply junkie, which I presume is pretty much everybody here.   Continue reading

Antagonist Monologue: Mammon

I blame Satan.

Of course, I blame Nick Giordano, too, but if he’d just known his place, I’d have kept him on once I became Devil.   As they say in Hell, he made the trains run on time. (Do you know what other human made the trains run on time? Mussolini. That should give you an idea of Nicolas Giordano.) Continue reading

Wear the Lilac and Don’t Forget Your Towel for This Good Book Thursday 5-25-17

So it’s This Is a Really Good Book Thursday, but so much more because this is also the day we remember the glorious Terry Pratchett and the fabulous Douglas Adams.  If you haven’t read them, you must, if only so you know why you must carry your towel and wear the lilac.

Then tell us the title and author of something delightful to read, fiction or non-fiction.  The weekend is coming and we need good books!

Food and Fiction

I’ve been thinking about food a lot.  About how we think about it, talk about it, choose it, prepare it, enjoy it or feel guilty about it, but mostly how it works in story.   I’ve always said that setting is time, place, and people.  Now I’m thinking it’s time, place, people, and food.   Continue reading

Well, This Is Another Fine Mess

Some of you may have noticed that the blog is REALLY SLOW to load.  No?  Well, I have, and we’re in the midst of trying to fix it.   Okay, not we exactly, Mollie’s in the midst.  I’m dealing with other things, many things.  I have multiple fine messes on my hands, as Ollie might have said to Stan. Continue reading

I FIGURED IT OUT!

I know how Nick gets the sword.  It’s freaking brilliant.  The Girls are geniuses.  I’m a genius.  No, I won’t tell you, it’s a major plot point, but I love it so that one’s solved.  And may even have solved the “Why does’t he talk like a Rennaissance Italian?” problem.

You know, when I’m good, I’m GOOD.