A Hinky Universe Bundle Book 1 from three series: Hinky Chicago, Slacker Demons, Coed Demon Sluts by Jennifer Stevenson This bundle contains the complete first novel from three different series set in the same magical universe: The Hinky Brass Bed … Continue reading
Before starting today’s blog, I made a list. It helped me think about what to write, and it reminded me that I, as have millions of Americans and many more around the world, at one time or another subscribed … Continue reading
As a gardener I spend a lot of time with plants and dirt. While putzing around the garden beds, I interact with them in a way that one might call emotional, or even personal. Take the Avengers—plants, that is. The … Continue reading
Today it’s a two-dog, one-cat writing space. Outside blessedly cool coastal clouds ward off, with magical signage, the 90-plus days before and to come—ugh. The two dogs will alert me to phantom car-door closings and the approach of the TomTom … Continue reading
After we thoroughly dissected the current state of affairs, with name-calling like “that devilish asshole” and “radical rightie”, my friend and I could only repeat the two phrases that define the unsettled feelings we were left with: “What a mess” … Continue reading
On the latter creature in the title I didn’t intend to spend a lot of time, but I did. In my observations of hornets in general, baldfaced hornets are f**king big. They build “paper” nests, using pulp scrapings they take … Continue reading
What is it about retirement, very hot weather, and a pandemic that can make one look forward to doing the laundry? I ask this basic question because unlike my siblings and my friends—or maybe they just want me to think … Continue reading
I did promise that this weekend I would write about two leaders, Boudicca and Cleopatra, however I am behind on my research. This is mostly due to the amount of information I’ve run across, and getting sidetracked at online bookstores … Continue reading
An Illusion of Love School of Magic 3 by Patricia Rice Apparently lacking the psychic ability of her Malcolm father’s gifted British family, Azmin Dougall feels like a pigeon in a family of peacocks. Returning to her ancestral home of … Continue reading
This morning the husband and I discussed the President. A meme has resurfaced—thanks to the garbage-laden Internet of Mark Zuckerberg—of President Trump, The Orange Mango, User of Makeup Dusted with Gold, Imperial Rambler, Narcissist of Our Age. Two years ago, … Continue reading
