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Good morning and Happy Saturday, Constant Reader! This is my first full free weekend since Labor Day--no Decadence outreach, no LSU tickets, no Bouchercon, no AIDS Walk. Paul's off at tennis, despite having an abscessed tooth extracted this past week, and the house is silent--I don't know where Scooter is, having vanished after getting fed and a his morning handful of 'you're a very spoiled kitty here have some treats.' I am doing laundry and will most likely clean today, but I also intend on working on short stories today. I came across an interesting submissions call the other day that I have an unfinished story that would be perfect for, so I am going to try to finish the story that I was asked for, edit two more, and finish writing that one--and maybe even work on the fratboy porn novel. I have to head out to Walgreen's at some point, but other than that I don't even have to leave the house this weekend unless I want to. I may go do some cardio later, but I may leave that up in the air as well.

I am reading several books at the moment--some nonfiction; The Proud Tower and Practicing History: Collected Essays by Barbara Tuchman, in addition to The Tigress of Fiori, which is still on my nightstand, and I am now reading Puppet on a Chain by Alistair MacLean; someone had mentioned him recently on Facebook, and I remembered enjoying his work in the 1970's and 1980's, and also that I had never finished reading all of his books. Someone had mentioned Puppet on a Chain as a favorite, and it was one I hadn't read, so it was off to eBay I went to get a bunch of his work. The first book of his I read was Circus--the young gay boy couldn't help but be drawn to the cover design of a ripped muscular bare-chested man in white tights falling from a high wire. That may have been my first bare torso book cover purchase....hmmmm.

It's also, I find, very interesting to read thriller writers from the past, to see how much the genre has changed. Obviously, back then the big enemy was Communism and the Soviets; World War II was also recent enough so Nazis weren't out of the question, either. I also bought some Helen MacInnes novels I hadn't read while I was there; I look forward to making my way through that stack of books at some point when I have time.

Ha ha ha ha! I even typed that with a straight face.

So, that's my day; finishing "Lightning Bugs in a Jar" and "The Scent of Lilacs in the Rain," editing "The Weight of a Feather" and "Death and the Handmaidens", cleaning, watching college football, and listening to my new download of Fleetwood Mac's remastered, deluxe version of the vastly underrated Mirage album.
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