April 7, 2021 at 8:47 pm (Books, Calls, Surprises)
Tags: COVID Reading, fantasy, humor, novel, reading lists, Sandman Slim
Which is when the fucking phone rings again. For a minute I feel a twinge of relief, hoping it’s Candy with a good excuse to cancel the party. Instead it’s Abbott. My landlord. His calls, I can’t ignore. I put the phone on speaker and say hello as I continue cleaning the weapons.
pp. 10 – 11
Ha. Ha. Ha. What is this series? It’s self’s first Sandman Slim. Loving the tone.
April 7, 2021 at 7:26 pm (Food and Drink, Links, postaday)
Tags: humor
Self has vowed to post on this challenge every day through the month of April.
It’s the little things, ya know.
The host of this challenge is The Life of B.
Self has a personal affinity for buttons, bright coats, and Japanese rice/soup bowls (These were from a Japanese department store in London)
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
April 7, 2021 at 3:22 pm (Books, Recommended, Women Writers)
Tags: COVID Reading, mysteries, novel, reading lists, Sandman Slim, thrillers
Stayed up late to finish reading All the Devils are Here. Though the denouement was a little drawn out, it ended satisfyingly, with the entire family (including Jean-Guy Beauvoir, who self wouldn’t mind reading a stand-alone series about) back in Three Pines.
Next: Ballistic Kiss, by Richard Kadrey
I reassemble the Colt, load in a couple of slugs, and open the kitchen window. Put both shots dead center into a dusty pine tree on the hillside below. The jump of the pistol in my hand and the smell of the shots instantly brighten my mood.
The phone vibrates. Someone texted me. I ignore it. Pour more coffee.
— Ballistic Kiss, p. 6
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
April 7, 2021 at 12:31 am (Books, Conversations, destinations, Places, Traveling, Women Writers)
Tags: COVID Reading, memories, mysteries, novel, Paris, reading lists
A young couple from China asked self to take their picture, and then returned the favor by taking one of self. So here’s that very, very rare occasion when she is actually IN the picture, rather than just TAKING a picture.
She’s wearing that same exact scarf right now, since she’s been feeling chilled all afternoon. Instead of a coat, she’s wearing a flannel nightgown — hello, pandemic self! She put on her nightgown hours ago, preparatory to spending the rest of the day reading in bed. She feels like she might be coming down with something, but she can’t blame it on Pfizer 1, received Saturday: she’s felt this way for weeks. All Pfizer 1 did was exacerbate those symptoms.
Now her left arm aches. That’s where she got her shot, but it hasn’t ached since the day of. A kind of phantom pain?
Around them, floodlights lit up the magnificent monuments. Vehicles passed by. Distinctive French sirens sounded in the distance. Visitors took selfies in front of the statues.
Armand heard snippets of conversation and bursts of laughter.
— All the Devils Are Here, p. 347
 | anthropologist on Photographing Public Art Chall… |
 | Cee Neuner on Photographing Public Art Chall… |
| anthropologist on July #TreeSquare Challenge #14… |
 | JV on July #TreeSquare Challenge #14… |
Mainly through the lens of a Nikon
welcome to my past, present and future mixed with whatever pops up right now
Fiction Writing
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
capturing memories one moment at a time
The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!
Never get lost in the Sauce
Be One... Make One...
Teaching the art of composition for photography.
Fueling fearlessness through fashion and inspiration.
My writing and photo journey of inspiration and discovery
Decades of her words.
Observations about my life and the world around me.
fiction, short story, writing, creative content
Yousuf Bawany's Blog
Any old world uncovered by new writing
the literary asylum
Archive of the CSP
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
