Modes of transportation

There are those days when one thing leads to another, and another, and suddenly it’s 10:30 at night and you’re only just sitting down to dinner and the Sunkist you bought with the intention of grabbing a little once-you’re-home energy bump two hours earlier is no longer the right thing to go with a Qdoba burrito, at least not if you have any intention of getting to sleep at a reasonable enough hour to get up at six in the morning for work in a way that will not get you mistaken for a very small Yeti.  And yet, there are still things to be written, things that need to be written, and dammit get off of Facebook, that seductive loop of refreshing and replying and refreshing again will keep you in limbo for an hour if you let it.  Too many things to write for Facebook.

FB’s not very interesting right now anyway; it’s full of paroxysms of rage over the announcement of the proposed Big Trouble in Little China remake. “Leave my childhood alone!” half of them are wailing.  It’s too soon to wail, though.  Wait and see.  You never know; it might not suck.  My knee-jerk reaction to the Three Stooges remake was one of rage and indignation, but it turned out to be…not bad.  Not as good as the original, but not an embarrassment, either. So, I’m reserving judgment.


I had to write a piece of flash fiction for a convention coming up next year, and it was inspired by the Avions Voisin C27 Aerosport Coupe.  And the character who materialized at the wheel is quite an entertainingly rakish dieselpunky fellow.  Perhaps I’ll write more about him, and his life at the intersection of high society, Oklahoma race riots, identity theft and spiritualism.  A flash story wasn’t nearly enough, I don’t think.