Another month, another collage. Lots of great poetry, horror, and bizarro. Didn’t expect to love the dragons as much as I did, but here I am starting the sixth book. I don’t know what it is about Ruby Dixon, but her books make me feel good. Even the ones about the end of humanity as we know it. Skipped over Wheel of Time again. Maybe May is the month for volume 3.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Fire in His Spirit, by Ruby Dixon Not a Lot of Reasons to Sing, but Enough, by Kyle “Guante” Tran Myhre Breathers: A Zombie’s Lament, by S. G. Browne The Tower, by William Pauley III There Are Trans People Here, by H. Melt On My Way to Liberation, by H. Melt Talia, by Daniel J. Volpe White Fuzz, by William Pauley III
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Plenitude, by Daniel Sarah Karasik Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe Fire in His Kiss, by Ruby Dixon Fire in His Embrace, by Ruby Dixon Fire in His Fury, by Ruby Dixon
⭐️⭐️⭐️: The Wives, by Tarryn Fisher Pest, by Matt Shaw
⭐️⭐️: Mixed Feelings, by Abraham Rodriguez Run Rose Run, by Dolly Parton and James Patterson
On the agenda for May is the third Wheel of Time book (once again), more dragons, more horror. My TBR is overflowing and grows larger with every book deal newsletter that graces my inbox. I have a couple of book club reads and a handful of NetGalley ARCs to get to this month. Maybe I’ll even get to those library books that I keep extending.
It’s the middle of the night and I find myself getting upset over something stupid. Tears level of upset. Sad. Dejected.
But it’s in my head. Nothing happened to make me feel that way. It’s not logical. It makes no sense. And yet…
And yet the tears fall like rain, the sound drowned out by the thunderstorm that shakes my walls. But like the lightning that accompanies the thunder, the feeling is gone with a flash of light in the dark.
I don’t know if there is a point to this post. I have been in a mood for a while now. Feeling things, not feeling things. Writing, editing, deleting. Crying. I don’t know how to deal with myself other than writing, editing, and deleting. And leaving some of my compartments safely tucked away in my drafts folder so no one else has to deal with me either.
Seventeen years ago I became a mother. While my feelings about motherhood have always been complicated at best, my love for my child is not. I know everyone says their kid is the best, but mine truly is. I know everyone says that too.
There are many things I could do more of (but probably won’t). I could get more exercise. I could vacuum more often. I could get out of the house more. I could be more efficient at my job. I could read more, I could write more. I could be more.
There are many things I could do more of.
But the first thing that came to mind was that I could reach out to the people I care about more. I could open up. I could talk about my feelings. I could try harder to connect. I could learn to be a person.
I picked up a new book of poetry by Courtney Peppernell and Zack Grey called The Space Between Us today and the very first page I flipped to reminded me of another thing I could do more of (but probably won’t). It’s barely a poem, more a whisper of a feeling. But it hooked me. And now after reading more of the book I’m thinking of things I could do (but probably won’t).
My March reads. Caught up on all of Ruby Dixon’s blue alien/abducted human stories, and after trying (and disliking) another author’s monster romance, I started Dixon’s dragon series. I didn’t get very far into the third volume of the Wheel of Time. Looks like my one volume a month streak is broken.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Porn Land, by Kevin Shamel Pawn of Prophecy, by David Eddings Bad Guy, by Ruby Dixon Tender is the Flesh, by Agustina Bazterrica The Lobotomist’s Wife, by Samantha Greene Woodruff ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Fire in His Blood, by Ruby Dixon Gone to See the River Man, by Kristopher Triana Toilet Baby, by Shane McKenzie White Trash Zombie Gone Wile, by Diana Rowland When She Purrs, by Ruby Dixon When She Belongs, by Ruby Dixon When She Dances, by Ruby Dixon Worse Guy, by Ruby Dixon Pretty Human, by Ruby Dixon ⭐️⭐️⭐️: When She’s Bold, by Ruby Dixon Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, by Eric LaRocca
On the agenda for April is the third Wheel of Time book, more of Ruby Dixon‘s dragons, poetry, and more horror. And one normal book club book. I have four ARCs with April deadlines and a couple without deadlines. I also have a couple audiobooks obtained from William Pauley III‘s website, Doom Fiction. Quite frankly I’m surprised there were any unclaimed codes. I don’t like to claim codes and then sit on them, so keep an eye out for those reviews. I also want to review a Matt Clarke bookBut first, a book borrowed from my friend and fellow zombie enthusiast, Breathers: A Zombie’s Lament. Check out his blog, Chapin City Blues.
It looks like a big list, but a lot of these were novellas (250 pages or less). Still, it’s a lot. Mostly I read for fun and relaxation, but recently I got it in my head to resurrect this blog and write reviews. So I signed up for NetGalley and watched my favorite Facebook groups for authors offering ARCs. Porn Land was my first one. Fortunately the book was great, so reviewing it and sharing that review was a pleasure. They won’t all be good, but I will be fair.
My rating system is close to the tooltips on the stars on Goodreads. My friend and I were discussing ratings the other night and how a lot of people consider ⭐️⭐️⭐️ to be a low rating. You can look at any book on Goodreads and see 3 star ratings on reviews from people who didn’t have anything good to say the book. However the tooltip on the third star says “liked it”. So when I click that third star, it means I liked the book but didn’t love it. Would recommend, with caveats.
⭐️ did not like it
⭐️⭐️ it was okay
⭐️⭐️⭐️ liked it
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ really liked it
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ it was amazing
While I do follow a star system, I don’t have any real criteria for my ratings. I rate based on how I feel when the book is over. I don’t reserve my 5 star ratings for great works of literature that will go on to be taught in Intro to Lit courses. I dole them out freely to books about people having adventures in porn websites and human women getting it on with sexy blue aliens. I am not a book snob.
I have taken a picture like this everyday since I started picking up school lunches at the beginning of quarantine. I get up bright and early because though I’m working from home, I am expected to be accessible during normal work hours. I take a shower and then go pick up school breakfast and lunch from the elementary school down the street. The custodian handing out numbers recognizes me from my daughters elementary school days and greets me with a wave and a nod. The gentleman placing the tray and bag of milk and fruit in my passenger seat tells me he can’t let me go with just one lunch and sets down a second. I thank him, we wish each other a good day, and I go on my way. When I get home, I lay everything out and send my sister a picture. And then I put all the milk in the fridge and get to work.
Truth be told, my kid doesn’t eat most of the things they send home. My folks and I have school lunch for breakfast and I make sure the kiddo at least eats some fruit when she finally gets up. While she doesn’t care for the hamburgers or corn dogs, her face lights up when they send some of her favorites. Usually it’s a breakfast item, but last week it was chicken tenders that made her morning. I know lots of kids don’t like school food, but it’s still a comfort to them. The square pizza, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and little cartons of milk give them a sense of normalcy.
Last school lunch of the year…well, until the summer lunch program begins next week anyway. Thank you @edinburgcisd for providing a little normalcy for the kids. Times are strange and we need every bit we can get.
There was a time when my daughter stop and pick flowers for me anytime we walked past some. As she grows, she does this less and less. This picture was taken a couple weeks ago in Rowlett, Texas. It was a sad trip, but she managed to find happy little moments and share them with me.
Maybe I should mention where the daily prompts are coming from and what I plan to…oh who am I kidding? I’m not planning anything. However, I am hoping the daily prompts that I’m getting from Day One continue to inspire me to write a bit. The only goal I have for the blog is to be continuous and avoid year long gaps between entries. Not every entry in Day One will make it to WordPress, but I intend to write more often. It helps to get out a stream of consciousness once in a while.
So when am I most at peace? The first thing that comes to mind is my bed, napping with my cat. Fry, named after the orange haired lead of Futurama, isn’t known for being cuddly. For a long time my family didn’t believe that he purred because he only did it at bedtime. He purrs a lot more freely now, but my daughter is still caught by surprise when he hops up on her bed and starts rumbling next to her. She tells me he doesn’t like her, but he spends most days in her room while we are at work or school. Firstthing in the morning he is pawing at her door, asking to be let in. He doesn’t always want to be held, but I know he loves her. And if she would quit ruffling his fur, he would probably nap with her too.
Cat naps are the best! When I’m feeling down, I crawl into bed and my cat follows. I wrap up in my favorite blanket and smooth out a spot for him and he snuggles right in. We have the same little ritual at bedtime. And if I hit snooze too many times in the morning, he wakes me up by walking on me or biting my hair. I’m sure that sounds obnoxious to non cat people, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Yesterday was the monthly staff meeting, held via Zoom since we are still working remotely. The meeting started with the dean announcing that the library will be reopening on June 1. The library is in the process of installing plexiglass barriers at points of contact and will be providing cleaning supplies, gloves, and masks to public services staff, but nothing is available yet. There may still be the option to work from home some days, but it hasn’t been discussed beyond that. The university is not requiring masks on campus but the library is requiring them for anyone entering the library. I expect there will be some pushback on that.
I knew we’d be reopening eventually but it feels too soon. All summer courses have been converted to online. I guess I should have expected the university to jump the gun when Texas pushed for reopen everything. We are all hoping foot traffic will be minimal.
Before the staff meeting, I had a dental appointment. One of my canines broke right after everything shut down so I had to wait for my dentist to reopen to deal with it. As with all businesses that are reopening, they are running shorter hours and limited capacity. As I waited in my car to be called in, I snapped a pic (above) of the entrance to my neighborhood using the face camera on my phone. The dental assistant took X-rays and the dentist conducted the exam and I left with a couple prescriptions, an appointment for a root canal and crown (June 3), and a treatment plan that includes another root canal and crown. Hooray.