Things did not go well this week. We had to euthanize an elderly cat this weekend, and that kinda took the wind out of my sails.
I did manage to get the podcast up. (Give it a listen! I read an excerpt from Kyra Halland's Beneath the Canyons -- a mix of fantasy and western.)
Since my progress on everything else was hit or miss, I decided not to write an update. I was going to talk about a writing discovery I made. However, it turned out to be more interesting and complex than I thought, so I'm saving it for a rewrite.
I was looking through old pulp children's books at Project Gutenberg. Precursors and competitors to syndicated series like Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys. I have a hate/love relationship with these books. As a kid I really wanted to love these books (including Nancy Drew) but I found that I had to be truly bored before I could abide them at all.
And last night I realized why. It has to do with banality. And that's a problem I have with a lot of modern books in my favorite genres as well. I happened across and opening for a book which gave me some insight into what I'm looking for, what I did right in one book, and what I might consciously want to do with some future books.
But that's for later.
For now, I'll just say farewell to Miss Rita, who waltzed into our lives about seventeen years ago, became fat and sassy and loud. (Very very loud.) But in later years she shrunk down to a fragile pile of bones. Let's hope she's somewhere that's like the words of a song Garrison Keillor wrote: Where the mice are slow and the birds fly low, and cream runs in a fountain.
See you in the funny papers.