I arrived home from work today, and discovered that I’d received an unexpected package.
Big Finish sent me a comp copy of Short Trips: Re:Collections.
I’ve had a copy of the book since the beginning of the month. I’d bought it from WhoNA, because I wanted a copy of the “Best Of” anthology that had my story, “The Spindle of Necessity.” I didn’t know, didn’t realize that I’d get a free copy from the publisher.
Still! I now have two copies. One I can keep at home, and one I can keep at the office.
In other news, the day quite dragged. I was in a writing mode, and today was one of those days where the writing, the process of writing felt like molasses in winter.
It was still a six thousand word day, which is not inconsiderable. And probably why my brain feels like it’s been bludgeoned to death with a blunt excrement.
(Yes, that last phrase is a movie quote. Any takers?)
On the train ride home I came up with an idea that’s only slightly barking mad. I jotted a few notes in the notepad I carry with me, and I spent at least half an hour trying to determine the necessary contact information to make this barking mad idea a reality. Or at least, to give it a chance of becoming a reality.
The Internet is a great and wondrous thing, and sometimes it’s the things that you think would be easy to find that prove to be the hardest.
And the Cubs beat the Sox at the Cell. Fuckin’ A! :cubs: