The twelve-year-old to the six-year-old: “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I can’t read minds. You’re thinking mind reading is impossible. You’re thinking I’m lying to you.”
Six: “I was thinking about cookies.”
Inheritances should be a whole lot less of a thing. And Universal Basic Income should be a whole lot more of a thing.
I sold seven books this year… three have already come out; one is done and will come out next year; two more are largely done and might come out next year; and the final one is yet to be started.
The kids have been doing a spell to give a bigger heart to the Grinch. It involved a black cape, tea candles, whiskers from a street sweeper, flower petals, and water with glitter in it.
How to spend New Year’s Eve? Sending out stories! Planting seeds for the rejections (and acceptances???) that I’ll receive in the new year…
In Solo: A Star Wars Story, Chewie says that he’s looking for his family.
Rey should help Chewie find his family.
Donald Glover as Lando Calrissian is delightful. Thus, I propose…
Lando: A Star Wars Story
But it should be a prequel to Solo: A Star Wars Story, so we can have Phoebe Waller-Bridge back as L3 the amazing freedom-fighting, droids-rights-defending robot.
My brain might be slightly fried from the sheer amount of Star Wars I’ve watched this week…
In the last week, I’ve seen:
- 8 Star Wars movies (original & prequel trilogies, Rise of Skywalker, Solo)
- 2 Mandalorians
- 6-12 eps of Clone Wars (may have been half asleep)
This seems an appropriate way to spend the weird week between Christmas & New Years w/kids out of school.
The kids are learning the secret truth about getting to stay up until midnight — it makes their parents tired and grumpy.
What the kids sound like at 11:50pm:
Hysterical laughter. “I’m a gingerbread house! I’m going to eat your dinosaurs!!!” More hysterical laughter, while literally rolling on the floor.