This is a Good Book Thursday, August 12, 2021

Did re-reads all week because I needed comfort stuff including the Time Police books, planning hitting Deadly Education again since the sequel comes out next month, Time Police third book in October. Also tried a couple of new romances including one reverse harem that did not work and sent me back to The Book of Firsts to figure out why that one did. If I ever get my act in gear, I’m going to write about why, assuming I do figure it out. Still haven’t seen Loki or Leverage. Must get act and ass in gear or at least go look up “reverse harem.”

What did you read this week?

This is a Good Book Thursday, August 5, 2021

I didn’t get a lot of reading done last week, but I have BIG PLANS for this week: The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind and A Briefer History of Time: The Science Classic Made More Accessible. (Thank you, Book Bub.) I’m sure they’ll both be exciting, sensual, and funny with plenty of action and suspense: everything I love in a book.

What did you read this week?

Happiness is a Great Line

I was thinking the other day of some the best lines from stories that I know. Sometimes the lines were in less-than-great books and film and some times they were embedded in stellar narratives, but there was always something in that moment that illuminated character and exploded plot and just stopped me and made me pay a split-second tribute to a writer who came up with a line I couldn’t have dreamt of. You know what makes me happy? Good writers writing good stories that have real moments of brilliance. Continue reading

Plan-Action-Completion, Where I Go Wrong: Container Gardening Edition

I bought a bunch of plants yesterday in spite of the fact that I have a black thumb: when I go into a garden store, the plants all scream cause they know they’re gonna die. But I bought plants, plants that whimpered in the car all the way home. Yesterday.

Today I must plant them in containers. No, not the ground, either the ground around here hates plants or I’m inept. Since weeds are flourishing everywhere I look, it must be me, so I’m going to hedge my bets with containers and container soil and ceramic watering spikes and plant food spikes.

Except it’s noon, and I’m still in bed typing, while the plants are outside, container-less except for the ones they came in, probably dying of thirst and cursing my name. I’m starting to think this problem might apply to more than my garden ineptitude. Like writing. And cleaning. And crochet. I’m hell on wheels on planning, I make GREAT plans, but then it gets to the action part and . . .

So I’m using you all to guilt myself into container gardening. Well, not gardening, that implies I’m going to do more than sock them into containers and make sure the water bottles don’t run out. I know what real gardening is, it’s the stuff some of you talk about on here, those of you who know the names of the plants they have. (I’ve got some kind of aster, and a daisy-looking thing, and something I think is a mini-petunia, and then some other stuff . . . )

Look, I have to at least give them all a fighting chance. I’ll report back on Monday. Maybe add a picture today. Okay, that’s it, I’m going out there a failure and coming back . . . ready for lunch. Pray for the plants.

This is a Good Book Thursday, July 29, 2021

I’m making a list of the petty things that make me stop reading.
• A writer who uses the word “smirk” to mean “cute grin.”
• A writer who missuses and misspells words, like using “fairing” instead of “faring.”
• A writer who gives main characters green eyes. (Two percent of the population has green eyes, and all of that two percent are protagonists in romance novels.)
• Babies as a plot device or proof that the relationship is successful. Especially cute babies who never projectile vomit.
Yes, I hit all of those in one book. Yes, I am a grump. Get off of my romance lawn, you damn kids.

What did you read this week? What did you not read because of a petty deal-breaker?

Happiness is Summer Food

I haven’t been cooking much (does the microwave count?) because my kitchen is still a disaster area (tip: do not set fire to the top of your stove) but I’m having a wonderful time with food anyway: big salads with cheese and peppers and croutons and protein and slashing of Caesar or Ranch or Italian dressing (really just sandwiches without bread if you don’t count the croutons), cold roast beef or braunschweiger on whole wheat with potato salad and carrots and celery dipped into Ranch, cheese and mustard sandwiches and tomato-basil sipping soup, almost everything cold (it’s in the 80s here, sneaking up to the 90s) and everything super easy. Easy food makes me happy. I love cooking but not in the summer. Also Snickers Ice Cream Bars, made by the Devil, I’m pretty sure.

What made you happy this week?