Today has been a lot of running around–early primary voting, trying to find a new wallet as mine has a giant hole in it, grocery shopping–and looking sadly at the state of my house. I need elves or house brownies or something.
THE IDEAL IS UNATTAINABLE, PERFECTION IS AN ILLUSION, BUY GOLD BYYYYE!
This is in no way an exciting blog post because I am bored, restless, discontented, and in a generally not-good headspace. Ah well, they can’t all be winners.
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.) View more posts
Laura E. Price