David Dvorkin @DavidDvorkin@qoto.org

Rereading a long-simmering, incomplete novel in preparation for jumping back into it. The story's still good, but the writing isn't as sparklingly wonderful as I remember. Damn that decay of magnetic domains.

I finally finished the thriller novel I've been trying to finish for... It seems forever. Done before the end of the year! Now it's on my wife's computer for her excellent proofreading, after which I'll send off for the proof copy.

At that point, I'll be happy to send anyone who wants one (for possible review, for reading, or just out of curiosity) a PDF of the uncorrected proof. Let me know by DM if you want one. If you prefer email, contact me at david@dvorkin.com I'll put you on a list for when it's available.

The book has telepathy, criminals, violence, terrible secrets, and an evil cabal. No sex, but only because it didn't really belong there. It's 70,000 words and is, I hope, a quick, entertaining read.

Here's the cover:
https://i.imgur.com/dApFMmC.jpg

In the far future, when mankind develops the technology to spread across the galaxy, out intrepid pioneers will carry with them in their starships innumerable pots containing saplings to establish forests in their new homes and buckets of moss to establish mossy coverings for rocks in those forests, all of which will have been harvested somewhere near Vancouver, BC.

The Pope has called for an end to the war in the Middle East. Oh, so do I! And my call will have just as much effect as his. Why do the media bother reporting what the Pople calls for?

Ironically, the current Israel-Hamas war has had one good effect for me: It has helped me significantly reduce my overloaded social media friends/following lists.

Remember, everyone, that when the national emergency signal is broadcast to all cell phones and other devices later today, Joe Biden's microchips put into us with the Covid vaccine will activate and turn us into mindless zombies. The only ones who won't be affected are those who believe this conspiracy craziness because they're already mindless zombies.

It's odd that we call it all cutlery when in fact only the knives are cutlery. The spoons are scooplery and the forks are stablery.

There's a sucker born every minute, and then some, and those suckers give their money and their votes to any scumbag who knows how to push their buttons. Currently, the number one such scumbag is Donald Trump, but there will be innumerable others like him after he's gone.

When unable to move the plot along, go back to the beginning and polish, tweak, fix, etc., getting a new running start that will burst you through that sticking point and carry you triumphantly to the finish line! You hope.

Well, yes, it's true that I've imagined that and much worse about certain neighbors.
QT: https://mstdn.social/@fatsam/110687898659293933

A most unfortunate typo in a post on Nextdoor:

"Hi Neighbors, am looking for an affordable hangman to do a small job on my property..."

Yeah, it's Fox News, but I love the headline.

Nurse fired for secret affair with patient who died during sex in hospital parking lot

https://news.yahoo.com/nurse-fired-secret-affair-patient-174424348.html

Here's a bit of info about the Threads Web interface. The home page, threads.net, displays a holding pattern at this point, but you can go directly to a person's feed on the Web if you know the username. E.g., my name on threds is ddnothingelse, and you can go to my feed there at this link:
https://www.threads.net/@ddnothingelse

It's strange to think that I'm a member of the Silent Generation. When I was a teenager and young adult, the older generation constantly complained about how much noise we made, especially our music.

From time to time, for my own amusement, I try to come up with an absurd name for the hero of an adventure thriller, but I can only think up ones that sound tongue in cheek, such as Hatchett "Hatch" Manly.

I wonder how many of the oafs gleefully breaking the law by shooting off fireworks also vote Republican because that's the party of law and order.

Generally speaking, the most one can say about writing advice from a writer is that it's probably fairly good advice for the writer giving the advice.

I don't like wearing tank top, shorts, and sandals, but for much of the summer here, it's the only comfortable option. If I try to compromise by wearing tank top and jeans, I feel like a bad stereotype of a hick Southerner from a crappy movie.

The Denver Nuggets won the NBA championship, crowds filled downtown streets, ten people were shot, and a few cars were damaged. That's very peaceful and unremarkable by American standards.

How times change.

I'm reading a Jane Austen novel in which two sisters are talking about their brother Sam and his love for a Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards will inherit 10,000 pounds and her parents have high standards for potential husbands for her. Unfortunately for Sam, that excludes him, for he is only a surgeon.