State of the Laura

All week the husband has been telling me to blog–yeah, okay, I have things I want to blog about! Sure! I just need some uninterrupted time to sit down and compose a blog post.

Well, here I am with an hour and a half to write something … and it’s all gone. All the ideas, poof! (Clearly I need yet another list on my phone and/or tablet.)

So, let’s have some general Stuff.  In numbered list format, as that’s how we live in my genre …


I’ve been waiting for what feels like ever for this album.  I’ve been listening to it as often as possible, much to the husband’s chagrin (he’s not a Bastille fan).

2. You know what? There’s this, too:

3.  My child is determined I watch “Uncle Grandpa.”  (godhelpme.)

4.  Is there anyone left who isn’t listening to Welcome to Night Vale?  Because if you aren’t, you really should give it a try.  Remember, if you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget.

5.  “Uncle Grandpa” has a character called Pizza Steve.  And a giant Godzilla-esque guy named Mr. Gus. And a Giant Realistic Flying Tiger.  I think I’m officially old, now. MY BRAIN HURTS. And no, I will not post video from it.

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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