Welcome to infinitefreetime dot com
The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
Ah, the joys of photographing books on a black bookshelf in my dark-ass bedroom.
I did not buy many books in August. I, uh, fixed that problem in September. Also notable is that three of the books on the shelf are ARCs, sent to me for free for a review, which is always fun. That second Thom Hartmann book will be getting a read real soon and a review in the next few days, for example.
I’m Luther Siler. I’m an author. Welcome to my blog, infinitefreetime.com.
I’ve written several books you might be interested in, ranging from short story collections to near-future science fiction to fantasy space opera to nonfiction, all available as ebooks or in print from Amazon. Autographed books can be ordered straight from me as well.
I can be found in several different places on the Internet. Here are the important ones:
Thanks for reading!
The headline for this piece is a lie– which would have been a clever reference to the events of The Outside, had I meant to do it when I started writing the sentence rather than realizing it halfway through. I actually have no intention of writing a full review of this book, which is really good and which I started reading last night and finished today. I’m tired and my thinkmeats are all askew and I’d rather just give you the basic genre of the book and then if you aren’t reaching for a credit card with one hand and navigating the interwebs to Amazon with the other we probably can’t be friends.
The genre, according to author Ada Hoffman, is “queer autistic cosmic horror space opera.” It may also be relevant to your interests to know that Hoffman is both queer and autistic.
That’s all. You may go now; I know you have more important things to do.
And I went to work today! And I haven’t had a nap, and my wife said I was being normal! Hooray!
Seriously though everybody who told me that there weren’t going to be bad side effects from Effexor? I’m gonna need y’all to get in a line and then I’m going to get into a whole bunch of fights, because that was every bit as bad as getting used to Lexapro. The good news is that I appear to be over the hump, and while I’m not certain that the drug is making me better yet it certainly seems to be done making things worse.
But hey. Whatever. I survived. I’ll take it.
Also, there’s an update on Patreon, if you’re into that.
I have reached the stage of adapting to brain meds where I have been asleep for maybe 38 of the 48 hours since Monday night. I haven’t been to work in two days; I’m going to burn half of my sick days for the year in September and that’s if I manage to make it in tomorrow. I love being completely unreliable, I really do.
When I’ve been awake I’ve mostly been staring at my phone in abject, slack-jawed horror at the news. I feel like it should be elation, as it really does feel like the walls are finally starting to close in on this evil cancer-beast currently shitting up my White House, but it’s not. It’s definitely horror.
Part of me would not be surprised if the motherfucker was out of office by this time next week, honestly. It’s not a big part but it’s there.
Off to bed, then. I have to be up in twelve hours if I want to make it to work and I’m going to need at least that much sleep to be ready for it.
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