At My Signal, Unleash Heck...

Got another disc of the Beatles Anthology. It's endlessly fascinating to me, their early years. Man, the world went nuts for these guys. The world was their oyster. Must have been like a Perfect Storm, socially... right place, right time, right guys, right songs... incredible watching the footage of the crowds of screaming people everywhere they went. Their first trip to the US back in 1964... their ages were 20 (George), 21 (Paul), and 23 (John, Ringo). I can't imagine rocketing to such a level of stardom so young... I remember what I was like back at that age... imbecilic is a good word to start with...

Their old live footage is really good, and fun to watch. Makes me want to break out my guitar and play some music... but my dad took it back a couple weeks ago to restring it for me.

Strange ebb and flow today, as far as my mood... odd combination of highs and lows today, far too mundane to elucidate here... unless, of course, you came here to read this blog due to insomnia, and are searching for something to help you fall asleep... then I could make plain, in great detail, my day for you. Hey, anything to help...

Oh, you know I can't just pick one Favorite Cat Clip of the Year, so I'll probably post several over the next couple days... Here's one - the "cat in the suitcase" one...



Yeah, I know, you love that clip too... you're welcome... but just wait until I revisit Maru... what can I say? I'm a cat person...

I got a book in the mail the other day - a book I won from a give-away at Fiction Addict. It's called Gold of Kings, by Davis Bunn. I picked it up last night to give it a look-see, and was immediately both hooked and impressed by the writing. I was once again intrigued by this idea of the subconscious process of immediately sensing affinity or antipathy for a writer - this of course plays back into last week's kerfuffle with the (unnamed) fantasy author. I don't need to rehash it, except to say that initially, I was confident in my assessment of that author's writing, and while I felt bad and embarrassed for the way I handled myself, upon further review, my opinion of the writing itself remains unchanged.

All that to say, I think I'll postpone Warbreaker for a bit longer while I dig into Gold of Kings and see where the story goes. My gut tells me I won't be disappointed. It isn't fantasy, but I think that's just fine for now.

Abbie sent back favorable first impressions from the novel sample I sent to her the other day, which was encouraging. I think I'll forego my usual zombie-slaying for the night and write for a few hours.

Another Rug Shop Day set for Tuesday. More work on the website, and on the inventory.

No word yet from Vye on the state of my sick work rig, but that's expected. I told him I wasn't in a rush.

I think that's all the odds and ends I have for now. Hey, see that light? Yeah, just over the horizon... that's the end of the year! It fast approaches.

Until tomorrow, remember, I don't pretend to be a man of the people. But I do try to be a man for the people.