A perfect day in the making

Ah. I've dropped-off my application to clean city buildings at the Town Hall; I had two slices of sausage pizza for breakfast; Frito's Scoops with Clam Dip for lunch, and enough cheap burgundy that watching snowflakes the size of a quarter fill my driveway has inspired me to go write something.
Can you get a better day than that?

Writing again

Well, I've found something to write about. I might even get to see a dollar or two from it. Not much more, but that's never been why I write.
Two Hour Wargames is interested in having me write a booklet for them. I'm planning on writing three adventures for the "Larger Than Life" pulp-era game they sell.
I've finished one and sent it to Ed for a check on style; in the meantime, I have two more ready to flesh-out.
It's fun!
And it's a "write once, sell many" that can't be beat.
Time will tell.
For now, back to work!
haha!

Pigeon was an omen afterall

It seems that the pigeon was meant to be an omen. It would have been more clear if it had shit on my shoulder or something, but one can't expect too much from omens.
Especially if one doesn't believe in them.

Eight in a row!

Ah, such a record. Can anyone match it?
I've just been laid off. March would have been 5 years at this job.
THIS MAKES 8 IN A ROW!
I dare you to claim you can match this record.

I guess now I have no excuse. I'll have to finish the rewrite of my fantasy book and send it out.
Not that anyone gets rich from writing books, but I'm only looking for a little income.
haha.

New Year begins

At least by the calendar, a new year has begun today. Many of us feel it is already about day 10 of a new year, but I can get behind the "normal" date as well.
I don't have many superstitions and even fewer rituals, but I would like to believe that how you spend the first day of the year sets the tone for the whole of the thing.
With that in mind, here's how my year has begun: I got a solid night sleep; I toasted a slice of homemade wheat/fig bread, with olive oil and sea salt; I'm writing this before I even check my email, and I've got some good coffee brewing; I'm listening to Fred McDowell's "Fred's Blues".
For the remainder of the day, I hope to get in a walk, a skirmish wargame, and some work on the book from NaNoWriMo. I also want to finish an art project for my daughter.
What are your plans for the new year?

A pigeon hat

I walked out of the warehouse toward my little office space and paused to "sniff the air" as we ex-bikers tend to do.
I spied a pigeon perched on one of the trucks; it'd been hanging about all day. When I stopped and looked at it, it turned its head, eyeing me as though I was either an old friend or I was food.
A quick 'coo' and a flutter of wings and the stupid thing landed on my head! I felt its little toes digging into my scalp, and as I turned back to see if anyone was watching, I felt its beak peck onto my head.
I admit I was surprised. I put out my arms, palms up, unconsciously mimicing the pose on my grandmother's statue of St. Francis.
When my boss stopped laughing, he scooped the silly thing off my head and returned it to the bed of the truck (where he had apparently been offering it bird seed all morning).
Was this a fitting end to a strange year, or an omen for the year to come?
Time will tell.

Gaming again

At last, I've made time to do some wargaming.
I've put up a new blog, NovaAlbion, to record the games. I'm interested in a sort of SteamPunk version of California, a place where Professor Hollister McAllister can sell his snake oil, hire indians for his army, and arm Sasquatch with Radium rifles in his attempt to conquer the world!
Of course, the British control/own New Albion, sometimes referred to as the Crown Colony of California.
Imagine: California Lancers and Redcoats against Mexicans, against rebellious American immigrants, against indians and sasquatch and steam mechano-men!
What could be better?