Armistice Day

 Either I am not hearing the alarm or it was not set (I do not want to admit I am too tired to hear the thing go off), but I had a late start. 

I managed one blog post that will be published next month under Pretrial Detention. With my usual wisdom, it was what should have been the basis of this blog back in 2010. Oh well, never too late to start at the beginning.

CC woke before I could get away to the laundry. Last night, I promised her French Toast. This I fixed before I left. Along with the usual milk and eggs, I added vanilla extract; while frying, I sprinkled cinnamon on the flip side, and when when finished, I added peanut butter to the plain side. The vanilla extract, I learned in the Boy Scouts. Cinnamon, we did as kids. The peanut butter is an idea I came to in prison. 

Paul S sent me a camera. All I wanted was some ideas on a camera, and he goes and buys one. This is friendship. I am absolutely gobsmacked and humbled.

DM just sent a reply to an email, writing about humility. This camera is a lesson in humility.

Laundry is done. I plan on shepherding CC to Ball State, where there is a gallery showing I want to see and a print sale.

 Blanket Gravity Magazine rejected "Agnes":

Unfortunately, your submitted work has been declined for publication in Blanket Gravity Magazine. Thank you so much for sharing your art with us. We really appreciate your interest in our magazine, and we are grateful for the opportunity to have considered your work. Judgment of art and literature is highly subjective; another editor at another publication could disagree. Thank you for your submission, and we wish you the best in your life as an artist.

Sincerely,
Readers and editors at Blanket Gravity Magazine 

We have been listening to WITT this morning. CC cannot believe the stuff they get away with, and I like the unpredictability. See what you think. It is out of Zionsville.

I just noticed there is no longer any unasked for assistance from Google in propagating links.

Cc just let me know she has to take care of some business, so I am staying here writing. 

I forgot to take a moment at 11 AM. It is Veterans Day, once upon a time it was Armistice Day.

Meet the 2025 National Book Award Finalists - I found the National Book Award books to be some of the best things I have read (better than the Pulitzer choices).

Take a look at Gregg Stagg's Most Men Are Losers for its title (I did) and stay for what he has to say about this year's Booker Prize winner.

David Szalay’s Flesh has won the 2025 Booker Prize. (Literary Hub) (Which as a link to a novel excerpt.)

Today, at a ceremony in London, David Szalay was awarded the 2025 Booker Prize for his novel, Flesh. The judges called it “a disquisition on the art of being alive, and all the affliction that comes along with it, but it is also an absolute page-turner. It’s nearly impossible to put down. The emotional detachment of the main character, István, is sustained by the tremendous movement of the plot. The pace of this novel speaks to one of the greater themes; the detachment of our bodies from our decisions.” 

 And the federal government considers me to be ever so dangerous: Ghislaine Maxwell being treated like a ‘guest in a hotel’ at new prison, expert says. 

Eli Frankel: I Was the Last Person to Interview the Black Dahlia Murder Witness. - Another instance where the "genius" predator killer is actually police incompetence. If there is one crime fiction trope that annoys me most, it is the genius serial killer.

More problems with MW's appeals. My eyes are tired, the sky is gloomy and it is cold. I am taking a break.

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