Things and Stuff

Well, there's not much going on over here except writing. And, you know, trying to sink myself into a new universe. This is both my favorite part and my least favorite. Anything can happen, starting with losing track of time. (Which clearly is a thing right now, obviously. Sorry.) Be patient. It pays off. Usually. :) In addition, I've started a series of injections that are supposed to call a halt to the Head Bees for up to a year. That'll be great because trying to think around a migraine is a bitch and those things go on for days. Nonetheless, whenever I go through any medical procedure that involves hospitals and unconsciousness I get a little wiggy. (Even if it's minor and of the outpatient variety--which this is.) Sorry about being a giant flake.

At least the writing is going well.

In addition to writing, I've been catching up on my space opera. I was strongly focused on Fantasy for a couple of decades. It's time to switch gears because I've missed a great deal. I've read a few volumes of The Expanse which I enjoyed. There's been a visit with Vonnegut and Bradbury, of course.  At the moment, I'm plowing through Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan novels. Soon there will be more current works as well as some Samuel L. Delany, more Octavia Butler, and then a revisit to C.J.Cherryh's Faded Sun series. (Because I absolutely love it.) I've stacks and stacks and stacks of reading to do. So, there's that. I've also been checking out Space.com for inspiration. I'm way, way behind, y'all. Holy crap.

But it's fun. And that's good, or I'd be losing all hope of catching up.