I don't know if you guys are interested in this, but I added a new widget to the blog's sidebar today. Have me on your podcast!
I don't know if you guys are interested in this, but I added a new widget to the blog's sidebar today. Have me on your podcast!
“N-Doxy Test Results (trial 2): dosage upped to 20mg. Subjects show elevated mating‑behavior markers compared to placebo group. Increased physical contact (i.e. touching, grinding), synchronized movement, and increased signs of overt desire (i.e. kissing, groping).”
“Or maybe that’s just the way these kids dance,” Frank muttered.
I talked about it on this week's Five Things on a Friday, but in case you missed it, I did the FAFO Podcast this week, and my episode dropped yesterday. I don't know if you'd rather listen or watch us talk, but I'll include embeds below.
Happy Friday, friends.
We had a busy week at Casa Cabeza. Among other things, we sent our oldest child off to the Peace Corps on Monday morning. She is now serving our nation overseas!
As you can imagine, we had quite the emotional scene dropping her off at Westchester County Airport, only to see all her would-be flights get cancelled throughout the day until she finally wound up back at home just after 8 pm Monday night. She was then up all night trying to rebook her flights, which continued to get cancelled throughout the night and into the following morning. Thank you American Airlines! She finally made it to staging in Miami over thirty-six hours after we'd initially dropped her off.
Needless to say, she was a tough combination of exhausted and frustrated by the time she joined her cohort. But her follow-on flight went better, and once she finally catches up on all the sleep she missed over the course of those disastrous travel delays, I'm sure she'll be fine.
Sally and I are proud but also sad this week. What can you do?
Despite his mother’s warning, Blaine found himself in Special Agent Tiffany Trujillo's FBI-issued Lincoln cruiser the next morning, heading north up the Taconic Parkway toward Sing Sing Correctional Facility and Dr. Necropolis. Tiffany had worn a professionally laundered white shirt beneath a plain, dark blue pants suit. For once, she looked more like an FBI agent than one of the world’s most famous former superheroes. She remained quiet to the point of being uncommunicative, however, and after twenty minutes or so, her demeanor started to make Blaine nervous.
As promised, the first of my Podmatch interviews just dropped. You can check it out right here.
First Lieutenant Blaine Winters rolled through the gates of Winter House, his family’s Mount Kisco estate, a little after sunrise. As such things went, the place wasn’t too large — a mere fifty acres set off from the road by a low stone wall and a long, tree‑lined cobblestone drive. Technically, the family still owned the beaux‑arts style Diogenes Building a few blocks north of Columbus Circle, but his father had moved the family up to Westchester shortly before Blaine was born. That made Winter House the only home Blaine had ever known.
How are we doing, friends?
I've been busy this week. It feels like there's a lot going on. I wrote a new prologue for Gun Girl Gracie this week, but as of this writing, I've not even had time to go back through it for its initial rewrite. Right now it's just sitting there, like an itch I can't quite scratch.
Anyway. Let's talk.
This clip didn't make the cut for AFF's social media this week. But I still liked it, so here...
If you want to catch the rest of the show, you can find that on YouTube, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or wherever.
By the time Exercise Period rolled around, Frank knew what he had to do. The only drawback? He’d need some help. And a trip to the infirmary. And also, potentially, an addiction to a powerful but dangerous hallucinogenic combat drug. All of this assumed that he could pull off a covert distillation in the first place. But Frank wasn’t about to let Anton run wild with the Neural Disruptor — nor with Jaynie, for that matter. Not when a little of the old mad science might change things, even here, stuck within the grotesque confines of Sing Sing Correctional Facility.
I've got two right now, and while I can't put either full quote on the book's actual cover, these are still really cool. They're going in there somewhere.
Friends, I've been busy as all hell this week.
My wife and daughter Hannah went to Bar Harbor, Maine, leaving me to water the plants, watch the dog, and mind the house. Not a big deal, really, except that I've also been working, swimming, and gearing up As For Football for Week 1 of the college football season. Thankfully it rained pretty consistently through the back half of the week, but finding an extra half-hour to water the plants became a real challenge on Monday. In addition to everything else, I wound up doing three podcasts this week, two for AFF and one to promote AFF and The Return of Dr. Necropolis.
All of that was great, but it definitely kept me jumping.
Thankfully, things slowed down later in the week, giving me enough time to breathe a little.