Hello again and welcome to the Sunday Update with your host, B.E. Sanderson.
This past week, the nation saw a new episode of Adults Behaving Badly. Personally, I had work to do and personal stuff to accomplish.
I got the first round of edits on Natural Causes almost to completion. All I have left on this one is to rewrite that last chapter. Which I will do today. If I can figure out the best plan of attack for it. I have one loose end to tie up and a denouement thing wherein all will be made clear. I do not want this to end with anything even remotely akin to a cliffhanger. There may be subsequent books, which I hope you will someday want to read but not because you are dying to find out what happened about X and Y. I fucked up and unintentionally did that with Up Wish Creek, and I regret it.
I read a neat book called Sleep Hollow: Rise and Ride Headless. It was totally engrossing.
I went fishing three times last week. Wednesday was a bust. Friday and Saturday were good days.
On one of those fishing days, I had an interesting interaction with a couple of older dudes. They said they were killing time. That's cool. We chatted about fishing. Also cool. Then one of them kept asking questions about where I lived. I was vague as always. Over that way. Down the river. Above the flood line from last year. Yada yada yada. Then he got a little weird and said something snotty like I was offending him by not trusting him enough to tell him where I lived. Dude, in this world, no one gets to know where I live. Hell, it was one of the first things my mother taught me - strangers do not get to know where you live. It's stood me in good stead for almost 47 years and I see no reason to change. Anyway, he chilled out and pointed out where he thought was a good place to catch bluegills before the two of them went on their merry way.
I made a variation of steak pizzaola yesterday. It was a bust. Not quite sure what happened, but the roast I used (instead of steak because it was cheaper) turned into a yucky, stringy, chewy mess and the sauce was bleh. Of course, my go-to sauce is no longer available at my local Wallyworld and everything else I try is yuck. (The roast isn't to blame either. I bought a big one and cut it in half. The first half was made into pot roast and it was tender and yummy. The second half died an ignoble death drowned in mediocre sauce.)
Seeing loads of deer, turkeys, and eagles right now. All of that makes me immensely happy.
That's it for me. What's up with you?