I got my first dose of the Moderna vaccine today. 

A personal note: my grandmother passed away this morning, at age 100.

Bitter irony that my grandmother died on Friday the 13th.

Thanks for letting me share.

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!  🙂  

I can be reached at…

I used to be up on my climate change infomercials, but it's been a few years, so I thought I'd catch up by watching an Al Gore video this afternoon:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQeok_5j2So

Turns out, I had missed a lot in my absence! Right now, there are people--if I understood correctly--wanting to cool coat the planet like you would a house.

Using chalk.

Al did not sound like his usual hipster self when he poo-pooed this idea. Well, you can just call me Betty!  (with apologies to Paul Simon)

What…

"When you sing

there is no distance 

so let your love

be known"

--Bono

https://www.instagram.com/tv/B92YsciHcUu/?utm_source=ig_embed

Thanks, Bono!  :)

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…

Email me at wendylanders@wendylanders.com.

I'd love a chance to correspond with readers about Improvising to Beat the Band.

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. 

There was artificial snow blowing around small…

Work Without Hope, written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in The Bijou: An Annual of Literature and The Arts in 1825.

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— 
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— 
And Winter, slumbering in the open air, 
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! 
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, 
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. 

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, 
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. 
Bloom, O ye…

I really like U2's new single, Ahimsa.  It's very contemplative.