So as it turns out, it appears that I got Raised Right in at least one respect: I have a pretty fuckin’ healthy work ethic, and despite being down to five shifts left at my job I think it’s fair to say that I worked my ass off for at least the last couple of days, and Monday was an exhausting mess for a number of reasons as well. And I strongly suspect I will continue deliberately outhustling everyone around me just out of pure spite until I actually leave the job for good on August 8th. I’m back for Saturday and Sunday and then taking my last week of vacation, which I hope to spend working hard on a book, but we all know how good I am with follow-through on those sorts of plans. I did finish a short story this week, though! One I plan to submit to a market, and once I get rejected, put on Patreon! So that’s exciting.
(You should be one of my Patrons. One, because the next one is number ten, and that seems like a big deal, and two, because I post stories and stuff over there and there will be a Special Project over there soon too that I’m planning on working on this weekend.)
Anyway, point is, I’m not lazing about just because I’m quitting, and I’m tired because this week has been especially busy.
On to being wrong: I read the first little chunk of Kate Elliott’s Black Wolves in … 2016, maybe? And I hated it, cutting out early and one-starring it on Goodreads. For no clear reason I got a wild hair up my ass about it a couple of weeks ago and decided to reread it, and while it took a while, the book being damn near eight hundred pages long, I finished it last night.
And, uh, loved it, and put it on my best of 2018 shortlist, and found out that the sequel isn’t coming out until December of 2020, and oh God that’s too long, and while I don’t have the energy for a full review right now? I don’t know what the hell I was thinking the first time I read the book and you should consider checking it out.
Yeah. Got that one wrong.