We can push out, sell out, die out

Posted on | 4 years, 1 month ago, in the evening | No Comments

I spent the day running errands more than writing, though I also finished up and sent off the most recent freelance assignment. So despite my minimally impressive word count, I’m glad that I got to spend some time with the west coast steampunk Victoriana book with zombies, air ships, toxic gas clouds, mad scientists, dead folk heroes, secret criminal societies, and now Bonus! extended deleted scenes from the Civil War.





It was also nice to natter on with Andrea about some of the novel’s background. She gave me much to think about, as well as some insightful thoughts about how it actually feels to spend a long period of time in a gas mask. Since I’m about to drop an irate woman with a Spencer repeater out of a tricked-out war dirigible down into walled city with toxic air and a massive zombie problem … extra thoughts on gas masks are quite helpful at this time.

Anyway, I realize I’ve been a bit boring lately, and for this I apologize. There’s much going on to keep me busy, but none of it makes for very good blogging material — though I hope to catch a movie tonight, so perhaps there will be a pithy review forthcoming.

But for now, I leave you with a glamour shot of Howard the Fish, because SingingNettle asked for photographic confirmation that I supplement Howard’s wimpy little heater with tea lights. Well, here you go. I just throw a couple of wee candles up against the tank wall and spark ‘em up … then wait an hour or two. It raises the temperature about 5-8 degrees, and as far as I can tell, this pleases him greatly.*





* If betta pleasure can be roughly gauged by the tendency to build bubble nests and/or be engagingly active, aggressively cute.

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