DH - Backwards dating is better than no dating at all...
Went out for a Potbelly dinner. Nice, though a couple yellowjackets were a bit nosy. (It's that time of year - they get carnivorous and a little more pushy as fall approaches.)
Still none of the promised showers. C'mon, clouds, do something before the entire western half of the state coughs up a lung!
Pushing ahead in Kay's The Summer Tree. Parts are definitely intriguing, in an old-school legend and myth way, but other parts... not so much. (I think one of my biggest subtle-yet-ongoing irritants is the lack of a real sense of awe and wonder. These people have been transported into another world, into the middle of forces that shape universes and events straight out of a bard's poem... yet it's like they just popped over to the neighbor's. They're just kinda falling into their places in the greater tapestry, fulfilling archetype roles, and there's no sense from them or anyone else that this is another world, something they didn't even believe existed a few days ago, with real live magic and real live gods and real live faeries and all that... and the people around them are real casual about it, because theoretically they know about other worlds, but I don't see any other visitors, and they have very little apparent curiosity about the other world, or - given how bad things are going - any urge to maybe try escaping their world to one of the many others they know about... It's like the whole otherworld thing is just a throwaway plot device. Maybe it's just me.)
Need to do something more or less productive with the rest of my evening. Should probably poke at site stuff. I got a sample book review transferred to get the new template tweaked to my liking. Next step is either art or doing the responsive design tweaks (keeping a fairly simple layout, so in theory that shouldn't be too tough... knock on plywood.) Or maybe I'll try my daily doodle. Trying to doodle something daily, help knock the rust off the creative gears that still won't crank out words. I can daydream the words until the proverbial cows come home to roost, but can I write them? Or course not... Stupid, dumb, stupid brain thing...