So here we are, back at Monday again. Funny how that happens. It’s like Joni Mitchell’s “Circle Game,” only smaller.
Last week was a fun one. For anyone who missed it, I revealed The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management’s new cover:
and I announced that Aunty Ida, of Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only) infamy has forced her way back out into the world for a sequel, title to be revealed later.
Her Cousin, Much Removed tried out life as a bargain book, and suddenly it was Friday.
So what’s on for this week? Stuff. Lots and lots of stuff, she said cryptically. On that I’ll have to keep you posted.
What hasn’t been on, with all these other things happening, is writing. Remember that manuscript I was working on? As far as I know, it’s not going to write itself. Or maybe it is. Maybe I have created some kind of super-intelligent manuscript which somehow knows how to keep going all on its own.
Of course things that convenient and useful always turn evil in the end, so there would probably be a downside when it started attacking other manuscripts in order to be the Supreme Manuscript of All Reading, or kept going until it was millions of words long, making itself uneditable in a highly sophisticated and evolved show of self-defense, but I think I’d be willing to live with that.
If it would let me live, that is. You know what they say about pens and swords.