Not that the Earth is necessarily dying. Nor, if said Earth was dying would it, in any way, be remotely side splitting. Nay, dear Reader, I am merely suggesting that a few titters, snorts, or even guffaws may be found over at the Dying Earth spell generator, yet another killer pointer sent my way by one of my favorite wonder geeks. A little nibble:
The charm of excusable solecism
Lihanserv's blunt surprise
The agency of corporeal precision
Enjoy.
Haven't been very motivated to blog lately. Professional angst, general malaise, abiding disgust with the world - the usual reasons. Being as summer is upon us, the Tivo potential of TV is practically flatlined.
That's OK. The weather is beautiful, and my disenchantment with video input has led me to a steady diet of swift-moving fiction. I've waded back into some existing writing projects, and am dipping my toes in some new ones. Check out this writer's conference I'm attending in July. Cool, eh?
Last weekend I read three books. That's living, man. What a supreme luxury! Since my trip to Vegas about a three weeks ago, I've ingested five, count 'em, FIVE books by Douglas Preston & Lincoln Childs. I think I've about burned that obsession out of my system, but it could take another book to really cool it down. I also had the misfortune to read the latest by Laurell K. Hamilton. She's completely lost her way, so much so that I actually wrote a review on Amazon. All good things ...
