Spock Must Die!

Image by Morgales via Flickr

This picture has nothing to do with anything. But I can’t get rid of it. If I try, the entire post is deleted.

Dear WP, I hate you, M.

It’s been one of those days.

Spock Must Die! So goes the title of my newest Star Trek novel. You may see the appeal. Just the sort of campy over-the-topness I enjoy. And, as it is the Corgi British edition (1974 of course), it has the best cover ever:

Spock Must Die!

But frankly, I just don’t feel like blogging today.

There isn’t even much to talk about. Yesterday I spent a couple of hours sketching out a picture, and then nearly eight working with in in Illustrator. Which then crashed. So I had to do it again, and though it went faster I was still up to midnight. End product was awesome though.

But then I had to get up early to sub at the high school, which is cool and all but exhausting. And always weird, since so many of my former teachers still work there, and the others think I’m a student. It probably doesn’t help that I don’t feel like a teacher, which I’m not, but not even like substitute teacher. Anybody else remember elementary school, before you learned a teacher’s name, what you called them?


Students, I think, don’t see any particular person-hood in their teachers, not even in high school. They are starting to, but there are certain parameters of behavior that are expected, and I’m constantly afraid of violating them. It’s a disorienting experience.

I need to get back to writing on Plinky. The daily write-ups definitely kept up motivation and interest.


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