Shadowcats
Hi! I'm back. So much for doing this every day. Maybe I don't have that much to say. Maybe I'm just lazy. It's a toss up. I am preoccupied. There's still words that have to be strung together in a narrative form. Concepts have to be pulled from seemingly thin air. The world is falling to shit around us. The lunatics have taken over the asylum. And those in charge need a serious spanking for telling lies. Give it a few more days and a sense of ennui will overcome the anxiety. Not my anxiety. I'm built for this shit. I love my own company and being left alone to create. I'm talking the general state of things. Of those around me. Or around us. Or around whoever. Do we even know anymore? My friend Anna Taborska sent me a copy of her latest book of short stories, Shadowcats . It's terrific and vicious. Of course she failed to mention one of the stories The Cat Sitter is up for an award with the HWA. Seri...