I'm currently reading for a new anthology. Whilst we've been getting a decent number of stories, the quality is seriously lacking. I've been down this road before and know it's part of the territory. Still, I am amazed at how many people don't seem to have any idea how to write a decent story. One particular thing I keep seeing is some lawman does this, then he goes and does that. The concept of even trying to develop interesting characters does not seem to ever occur to these wannabe writers. But that's the nature of editing. I have no idea why every single story that comes in involves some two-dimensional lawman, Oh well, I guess it's my job to protect the reading public.
Thursday, April 2, 2020
It's time once again for our phobia of the month. This month it's cynophobia, which comes from the Greek words that mean “dog” (cyno) and “fear” (phobia). A person who has cynophobia experiences a fear of dogs that's both irrational and persistent.
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
I've edited a number of science fiction projects over the years. One story idea that comes up now and then is aliens could kill us all without ever even revealing themselves. All they'd need to do is create a highly virulent virus and let it spread around the world--killing the people off. In light of current events, I'm not so sure that's a far fetched story. That's often the case, that science fiction is only a little ways ahead of reality. Well, some alien disease is not a new idea. The 1971 story Andromeda Strain has been there and done that.I thought I might get a copy and watch it.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Scored some toilet paper at the local dollar store. I'm so happy. Yesterday I was lamenting the lack of toilet paper. Then, poof, there were packages of toilet paper.
On a related note, I know someone who screens luggage at the airport for TSA. He said someone checked a suitcase full of toilet toilet paper two days ago. Go figure?
Monday, March 30, 2020
U.S. Census data, the average U.S. household of 2.6 people uses 409 regular rolls per year. There is no toilet paper in Tucson. It simply does not exist. The poor folks who work at stores just shrug when asked about the current shortages of food, medicine and toilet paper. I get the hand sanitizer and food shortages as people prepare for the roving hoards that should be forming in the next few weeks. But I do not understand where all the toilet paper is going.
Sunday, March 29, 2020
It's certainly easy to get depressed. Millions of people can't work and you can't even have a drink at a bar. My dad's birthday is coming up in a few days. I can't take him out to dinner. Hell, I can't even buy a steak and do a cookout--the local store has no meat. But there's plenty of wine and liquor. I guess dad can just get blotto for his birthday. I can't even join him for that as can't drink do to my kidney problems (doctor's orders). On the other hand the power is still on; water comes out of the tap; the trash is still getting picked up.
Friday, March 27, 2020
I live in a neighborhood of older people. For some reason, a rumor started that I had died from the virus. A neighbor was staring at me at the mailbox then said "I thought you were dead." That surprised me a bit. "Sorry to disappoint you," was my response. Then other people told me I'm dead.