It's been one of those weeks, so I've been fairly scarce at the usual online haunts. Actually, getting away from the computer for several extended periods this week has been a much-needed tonic. After being shackled to the one at the office for way too many hours, I've felt compelled to keep my time on my home machine to a minimum. Instead, I've been using multi-billion dollar military satellites to find Tupperware in the woods, along with my neighbors, Paul and Jamie, who have been bitten by the geocaching bug. The exercise has been great, and the lacerations, bruises, poison ivy, and bug bites from traipsing through the woods in the middle of the night are really quite invigorating.
However, in a disturbing repeat of events from two years ago, these past few days I've had several insects of the not-so-tasty variety buzz right down my throat. The one that got me today was fuzzy, bitter, and alive in my esophagus far longer than was comfortable. And as I was out hiking on a trail sans water bottle or any such luxury, I had nothing with which to wash him down.
Yes, gaak.
On the publishing front, Blue Devil Island has been remaindered by Thomson Gale/Five Star, so I ordered a bunch of copies to make sure I have some for future needs. And—gods willing—Other Gods ought to be appearing from Dark Regions in a few short weeks. Huzzah!
