First, thank you to whoever checked out Atlas Shagged on Hoopla. I’m glad you took the time to try my stuff. Second, thanks to everyone who reads this blog regularly. It’s good to know there are people out there reading my words, whether it’s books or blog posts.
The unsuccessful experiment was trying to put all my tasks for a given day in the to-do list of my BusyCal app (which I switched to when Apple changed iCal to make it unusable for my style of scheduling). It’s a quicker read than when I plot out my whole schedule in Scrivener but it feels more awkward to use, particularly if I want to change and rearrange things (that happens). So probably back to some form of Scrivener page next week.
This week turned out well despite Trixie having combined diarrhea/vomiting late Monday, with some blood in the stool. Whatever it was, it went away after some doses of probiotics and a day of restricted meals, so phew! I hate it when my little angel is sick.
For once it was TYG and not me who woke up because I’d knocked myself out with my ambien prescription and slept through it. I did take Trixie to the vet the next day which threw me off my game I spent Tuesday mostly doing blogging rather than the fiction I’d had scheduled.
I worked a little more on Impossible Takes a Little Longer. This rewrite is still going well. Let No Man Put Asunder less so. I’ve been feeling something about the last few chapters was off and so I spent a couple of hours early in the week trying to nail down the problem. Finally I got it: the interactions with the police have lessened the threat level as Paul and Mandy aren’t going it alone. Not only that, the story’s gotten too talky. So I went back to chapter five and started reworking the story. Chapter Six ends with one cop dead, Paul and Mandy on the run from the law, a ruined church and the threat level upped. However that means the following four chapters are now no good, except for helping show me what not to do.
A couple of my writers’ group friends sent me feedback on Oh the Places You’ll Go. It was really helpful, as I’ll detail in a blog post next week. I’d hoped to start rewriting it but Tuesday threw everything off. Still, overall it was a productive week, so yay.
Over at Atomic Junkshop I channeled my past writing on political paranoia in Screen Enemies of the American Way into a general blog post on American political paranoia and one about the JFK assassination in the movies. At Con-Tinual’s YouTube channel I’m on a panel about Hammer horror.
I’ll leave with a couple of photos of Snowdrop when he let me pet him on the couch recently.
#SFWApro.
And here’s one that captures how small she is.
My little angel. We’ll be going back again though we’ll probably need to bring water next time as the weather starts heating up.
An article I read years ago in TV Guide pointed out that many people don’t watch TV to see specific shows; TV watching is an end in itself so it’s a matter of turning on the set and clicking channels until they find something acceptable. The same applies in the streaming era: some people are happy to sit down, flip through whatever services they have subscriptions to, then watch whatever looks best.
If I sit down to watch a movie (or a TV show) I’ve usually made a decision to watch something specific. Sometimes it’s a large project, like watching the 
More in the same spirit at the
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I was much less entertained by Megan Lindholm’s WIZARD OF THE PIGEONS despite some glowing recommendations and Lindholm’s later success as Robin Hobb. In this 1986 urban fantasy, Wizard is a homeless Vietnam veteran wandering the streets of Seattle, dealing with his PTSD and the memories he’s trying to bury but also with the duties his magic imposes on him and the terrible threat of some amorphous evil force invading the city.
LOVE EVERLASTING by Tom King and Elsa Charretier was more interesting, but didn’t work for me either. In the first chapter, protagonist Joan falls for her boss even though he’s dating her BFF; it all works out happily but then she wakes up as a young college student who falls for a counterculture type over her father’s objections but once again her life reboots. Eventually we learn a mysterious cowboy guns her down whenever she finds true love.
Raymond Lee plays Ben Song, a scientist on the Quantum Leap project which has been revived after several decades. The project ramrod, Herbert “Magic” Williams (Ernie Hudson) has a reason: he’s one of Sam Beckett’s former swaps (from the S3 opening episode) who learned why he has a gap in his memory from one day in Vietnam; figuring he owes Sam (he saved Williams’ platoon) he’s determined to bring him home. The rest of the key team includes Ben’s ex-military fiancee Addison (Caitlin Bassett), nonbinary tech whiz Ian (Mason Alexander Park) and hacker-turned-security chief Jenn (Nanrisa Lee).
I’m much less impressed with GOTHAM KNIGHTS, the new CW series that is yet another Bat- TV show without Batman, as Warner Brothers saves him for the big screen. In the opening episode someone kills Batman and frames a gang of punks headed by Duela (Olivia Rose Keegan) — Harvey Dent’s daughter in comics, the Joker’s daughter here (something she claimed in the comics at one point) — for the crime. Worse, Batman’s true identity is out and that makes his adopted son Turner Hayes (Oscar Morgan) the perfect patsy (Bruce was allegedly changing his will to cut Turner out). Can Turner, Duela, her gang and Carrie Kelly (Navia Robinson) — the Robin from Dark Knight Returns — find the truth when they’re wanted by the cops and the Court of Owls has painted a target on their backs?
It’s grown a couple more blooms since then.
While I didn’t get any Atomic Junk Shop posts up this week, my Con-Tinual panel dealing with mythological tropes is 

