I need to take a closer look at my clips. I think there is one group of 4 raccoons and one group of 3 raccoons. That’s a lot of raccoon traffic out there.
Heavy gusting winds last night. Kind-of creepy but also: don’t need to rake leaves today.
Still super busy with my class and just finished a new story.
My class lasts until almost Thanksgiving. I’ll post a photo or clip a day until then. Maybe after it ends I will write daily posts.
Oh, also, because my inner overachiever is never going to take a break: I’m going to do NaNoWriMo but only a super easy goal of 250 words a day which is like one page. I’m working on a for-fun YA romance with speculative elements. It has about 4300 words now.
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I’ve been wanting to catch a bear on my trail cam every trip to Orleans. If the clip from last week wasn’t so fantastic, this one would be my favorite.
(Still in class for 4 more weeks. Super demanding but I love it.)
I have another story published this month in the Indigenous Futures issue of Apex Magazine, edited by Allison Mills.
The story is called Security Breach at Sugar Pine Suites and features a rebellious housekeeper, a washed up boybander, and a cranky supervisor on an NDN casino, IN SPACE.
Subscription information if you want to get your hands on the entire issue now is here.
I am taking a class right now and ignoring all non-essential activities. See you at the end of November. (Not sure what I’m going to do about November blogging. Maybe photos.)
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There’s a Popeyes and a Dutch Brothers drivethru on the way to my dad’s.
We always count the cars.
If it’s evening, Popeyes is always full. It’s a long line for the drivethru, too.
Dutch Brothers is almost always full. There is no rhyme or reason. Hot outside? Huge long line. Dinner time? Huge long line.
They have young people outside with ipads and the line is divided and funnels into one lane. It’s a miracle if there’s only one or two cars.
I don’t like to go through a drivethru window. When I was in high school I worked the window at Jack-in-the-Box and on beach days it was INSANE. I’m still not recovered.
These are notes from when I drove to Orleans at the end of July:
Driving down I saw a guy in a fishing hat, standing in the middle of a field reading.
At one point I could see a little yellow bus in my rear view mirror.
As I drove on, slowly, the bus drew closer to me. And there was an identical bus behind it.
All together there were five buses, evenly spaced, slowly but surely gaining.
It was like something from a horror movie. I don’t know what the horror was, it just felt eerie and off.
Later the road split for construction so I was on once side of the concrete barrier headed for the state line and the little yellow buses were exiting the freeway and they all drove by, headed to scare someone else.
My other note was that America is recreating! I saw every possible size shape of RV or camper, all strapped with either some type of floatation device or some type of wheeled conveyance (motorized and not.)
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