my one real and continuous gripe...

Working on a novel while a completely different type of short story germinates in backbrain is...interesting. Yes, in that use of the word. But that's not my gripe.

My gripe is about grocery shopping. Dear Seattle: if you want to be a grown-up city, you need to have grown-up options. Today -overcast and sleepy - would be an all all-fleece, at-the-desk kind of day, except I have to go out to buy groceries. Having looked into all the on-line options (and missing Fresh Direct so much), picking stuff up myself gives me the best options at the best prices, despite the inconvenience. *sigh*

Seriously - QFC has such a limited selection available on-line, it's mostly not worth it, and Safeway's meats aren't up to my standards, and Amazon Fresh is a) Amazon and b) meh.... because yes, I was totally spoiled by Fresh Direct, I admit it.

So what's a writer on deadline but with an empty fridge to do?

#TBT

#TBT all the way to 2003, when I first saw the art that would become the cover of my first original book, STAYING DEAD.



That was my favorite cover of all my work ever... until now. Now there's maybe a new winner.  *g*