I cannot lie, there are times when I wish people who own gas-powered mowers would get sucked into their churning maw.
I started a blog for about 5 minutes when I was promoting the book, before realizing writing more novels was a better expense of my time than writing blog posts no one will read. This decent read came out of it, though.
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Realized people hate the people I help - the homeless- and hate me for helping them. Whatever you do for a living, be proud of what you do and stand tall. No apologies.
My little city seems to be trying to set a record for hosting the most Tragically Hip tribute bands in one year. For the uninitiated, it’s the distinctly Canadian band people here consume with the same enthusiasm as they slurp Tim Hortons. There’s little else the people of North Bay want to hear.
What a strange concept for a new age album. Are you supposed to peacefully dream of hacking Irish monks to bits?
I am a big basketball fan, but turning a finals game into a Trumpenburg rally or something means I’ll be reading a book instead tonight. I wish the Knicks could have won in ‘94 when I was a fan and before they had a MAGA owner.
Sometimes at the end of a hard day that Enya really hits the spot, eh.
This handsome fella has a couple of his albums up.
One of the reasons I enjoy working mainly with indie authors is it feels like an equal working relationship. Doing work for publishers and their stable of talents sometimes feels like you’re a Morlock toiling underground for the Eloi. Mind you, the Morlocks got to snack on the Eloi, so there’s that.
Picked up while studying at the library today - looks really good @allistert.bsky.social