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The blog tour for Bad, Dad, and Dangerous is set, scheduled, and starting soon! Check it out!
It is nearly October, the Hallowed month of Ween. I am USED to Christmas intruding on Halloween’s time, but it’s not even October yet and there’s Christmas stuff in the shops! I guess it’s ‘in case’ of the second wave, camel’s hump, winter lockdown that everyone is worried about.
HOPEFULLY the new restrictions will make that an unfounded worry, and loosen up NI’s ban on two households mixing. I want to have friends visit! I’m going to make SO MUCH FOOD.
Pupdate
It has been a week for Jax! Well, two weeks. After his Fermanagh adventures last week, he has been out and about over the last few days in the Down area. He’s walked the legs off me!
This is a GOOD boy!
Deal of the Week
Missing any of the Sinners Series by Rhys Ford? Check it out now on Dreamspinner. Only $1.99 for Sloe Ride! Can’t be bad to that.
Sequel to Sloe Ride
Sinners Series: Book FiveWe’re getting the band back together.
Those six words send a chill down Miki St. John’s spine, especially when they’re spoken with a nearly religious fervor by his brother-in-all-but-blood, Damien Mitchell. However, those words were nothing compared to what Damien says next.
And we’re going on tour.
When Crossroads Gin hits the road, Damien hopes it will draw them closer together. There’s something magical about being on tour, especially when traveling in a van with no roadies, managers, or lovers to act as a buffer. The band is already close, but Damien knows they can be more—brothers of sorts, bound not only by familial ties but by their intense love for music.
As they travel from gig to gig, the band is haunted by past mistakes and personal demons, but they forge on. For Miki, Damie, Forest, and Rafe, the stage is where they all truly come alive, and the music they play is as important to them as the air they breathe.
But those demons and troubles won’t leave them alone, and with every mile under their belts, the band faces its greatest challenge—overcoming their deepest flaws and not killing one another along the way.
Grunt gives me joy. He’s just such a little grump snausage.
Must Read of the Week
I miss GOING places, but I can’t say I miss being on a plane. I guess if it makes people happy, though!
The Flight Goes Nowhere. And It’s Sold Out.
People who miss flying are rushing to buy tickets for flights that land in the same place they depart from.
In August, Nadzri Harif, a D.J. at Kristal FM radio station in Brunei, set foot in an airport for the first time in six months. The experience, he said, was exhilarating. Sure, moving through Brunei International Airport was different, with masks, glass dividers and social-distancing protocols in place, but nothing could beat the anticipation of getting on a plane again.
His destination: nowhere.
Mr. Harif is one of thousands of people in Brunei, Taiwan, Japan and Australia who have started booking flights that start and end in the same place. Some airlines call these “scenic flights”; others are more direct, calling them “flights to nowhere.”
I am glad that she’s back, and sorry to hear what was behind, or partially behind, her absence. I still go and read Hyperbole and a Half sometimes.