Greetings from the Land of Not Dead Yet! After spending the weekend more or less unable to remain upright, I’ve now graduated to hunching over the keyboard and coughing like a chain smoker. Be very grateful that you’re safely outside of my germ radius.
I’ve not yet written my urban Sleeping Beauty story, but, thanks to M.E. Garber and Widdershins, it is now a giant irritating grain of sand in my oyster of a brain. Bone, spindle, graffiti…some words are best not combined, unless you are prepared to deal with what they conjure.
My other bedridden dreams were of the Antarctic. I recently learned of this program, thanks to my dear spouse. One might ask why he’s travel-agenting me toward the ends of the Earth…the answer is out of the goodness of his heart, of course. Despite my general down-ness on snow these days, I’m fascinated by Antarctica. Unfortunately, the closest I’ve ever come is being stuck in a line of weather-stranded flyers in O’Hare behind a woman on her way back from a research trip there.
So, somewhere in my future is a novel that takes place entirely in the Antarctic. Until then, my non-existent coffee table is laden with this book, a tome only slightly smaller than the continent itself.
Later this week I’ll post the first of those interviews I keep promising. For now, tell me about your perfect grant–where would it take you? What would you write/study/do once you were there? Tell me a dream or two.
April 22, 2014 at 1:34 pm
Glad I could help! (snickering under the table like a naughty child) Bone! Spindle! Graffiti! — it sounds like part of an incantation to me.
April 22, 2014 at 3:08 pm
Okay–you just have to go away! Everything you say makes the story itch worse! 🙂
April 22, 2014 at 4:13 pm
Bwhahaha 😀 .. an incantation that just might reanimate that dastardly skull!
April 22, 2014 at 5:14 pm
Eek! (Pulls blankets up to nose and peers at the corners) Now I’m looking for re-animated mouse skulls hoping to impale my fingers…
But it sure is fun making a writer feel itchy in tandem with another writer ^_^
April 22, 2014 at 7:30 pm
Thing is, you’ll never see them coming. Never, ever, ever. No one ever expects the reanimated mouse skull (Dum dum dum…).
April 22, 2014 at 7:29 pm
The dastardly skull is sitting by the phone currently. It’s either waiting for a call, or a second chance at me. One way or the other, I’m on guard!
April 22, 2014 at 8:15 pm
I think it’s listening in on the conversations going on in the wires…
April 22, 2014 at 9:25 pm
Preparing for Mousepocalypse, when the mice finally run the world.