For future tracking. Submitted to The First Line.
A horse, he came to understand, was missing.
I left my notebook on the airplane when I changed planes in Denver on Friday. I was in the middle of writing a short story. You know what this means, right?
It won't be long until my brain will make it so those will have been the best droplets of awesome I have ever put to paper, though I remember not a syllable.
Well, that's a lie. I remember the entire first sentence. "On a perfect spring morning with flat seas and clear blue skies, Captain Eli P. Cooke made a terrible mistake."
This year's project: Record the first words of every book I read.
Case Histories: A Novel (Kate Atkinson)
How lucky were they? A heat wave in the middle of the school holidays, exactly where it belonged.
Cordelia's Honor (Lois McMaster Bujold)
A sea of mist drifted through the cloud forest: soft, grey, luminescent.
One Good Hustle (Billie Livingston)
There is probably at least one good con for a situation like this, one decent, well-executed hustle that would turn the whole scene to my advantage.
Sutton (J.R. Moehringer)
He's writing when they come for him.
Didn't realize how bad the light was on these until I got back to the computer after dark.
This is a reference to some old hacking.
This is another in the continuing series of wee toaty explorers, a project to keep me busy while I'm on the road. A nice summary is here. The whole set is available if you click on Wee Toaty Explorers.
I went for a walk just over the border along the Yuba River.
If I ever make an apocalyptic movie, I know where to film it. Click on this first picture to see it all big-like.
I wish I'd brought along my real camera.
I don't know what this structure is, but I can see kids from The Tribe living here.
I particularly like how the scariest thing this kid could think of was Monsanto:
in eight easy steps.
I used to have a birthday tradition where I tried a food that I had previously avoided because I didn't like it when I was younger. I kind of ran out of steam on that. This year, I thought I'd come at it from a different angle.
How did you spend your New Year's? I spent it watching the set of Star Trek movies, back-to-back. I thought it might be an interesting project and I'd have lots of funny and/or insightful things to say after going through the marathon viewing of ten movies. (I elected to stop right before the reboot, because it would cost me money.)
And after ten movies from four decades, you know what I have to say?
Not much. I'm exhausted. I did sleep in the middle of this set, but even so, I'm just tired with very little coherent to offer you all except for one thing: