I got my second shot earlier in the week. I'm getting over the reaction to it.
Sometime over the next couple of weeks I should be fully immunized against the covid.
Getting the second shot wasn't as trippy as getting the first one, although there was a strange occurrence with a woman trying to check out a bottle of diet soda one check-out line over from us, and having it spill in a strange way. It was strange enough that if I ever describe what happened, I'm putting it in a novel.
I'm looking for beta readers for the first chapter of my next book, Water Never Boils in Bayou Wyrdbury: A Dracula Story. Expected release date of Halloween 2021. The first chapter is about 20 pages long. I've only got about four questions for beta readers. No editing. Just checking to see how the story flows.
There is no reimbursement, just my thanks.
I'm trying to find someone who likes horror stories. If you're interested, or know someone who might be, send them my way! 🙂
What to say? Al’s impersonation of Bernie Sanders could have been mistaken for Bernie, to my ears, except for a little bit of the speech’s wording. Both Al and Lawrence broke out with their original accents. Lawrence said that he got bored with football in his mid-twenties and hasn’t watched it since. At no point did Al start calling Lawrence, “Larry,” (thank you, Al!). Lawrence’s lack of ambition and uncanny knack for stumbling into opportunities, as well as his ability to build on these serendipitous…
I went to Pima's Zoo Lights night, and I'm really glad I did. It wasn't that crowded, although attendees said it had been in the past. There were free cookies and cocoa. I got a complimentary picture made (not with Santa, but I was tempted).
I had my face painted. I even got a little kid's blinking glow light ring. I had no shame. The tuba embemble played at the entrance, and the guitar ensemble played while people waited in line to get their picture taken.