Review: Daisy Jones & The Six

The story of a Wild Flower and her Honeycomb. When you read the book, you’ll understand what that means.
Daisy is a solo artist, who falls in with The Six, a popular and up and coming band in the early 1970’s. She does all the sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll that she can.
Enter The Six, a band that wants to rock, but Billy Dunne, the leader, shows up to their latest album with songs about recovery and how much he loves his wife. Blech, goes Daisy; and throws a total wrench in the machinery, making them the hottest rock band in 1978-1979, until their catastrophic break-up.
The book hooked me in immediately, written the way it was. The twist at the end is a smiling surprise. Although I loved the story (no typos or issues with continuity!), I couldn’t emulate the style.

And…I’m crazy

But we all knew that.

I am going for my Masters in English at Southern New Hampshire University, all online.

This has been on my bucket list since 1989, when I graduated college with my BA. If I had my way, I’d go to college in perpetuity, getting every Liberal Arts degree I could, from every college that I could. I’m now almost 60, on dialysis and probably going to die in the next five to ten years. If I can finish this, that would be the most awesome thing I could do.

I’m doing it for two reasons. One: I have it, instead of an MFA which means I have some academic literary novel that won’t sell. Two: I want to hang my shingle up as an editor. To do that, I need either experience, or a piece of paper saying I can do it. A Masters in English might make people think I have a clue. Doctorate would be fun, but I already published novels.

I’ll die before the Student Loan is due.

The Novelty wore off years ago

Dialysis is starting to really suck. Literally.

I’ve been coming out of it wiped out. And what’s worse, I get in at 9 a.m. for a chair time of 10:30 a.m. I get out at 3 p.m. I don’t get home until 4 or 4:30 because my driver, which is outsourced by MTM, is one of the only dependable ones–but, unfortunately, he’s all over the state. I call him if I get out early, but I still don’t get picked up until any time after 3 p.m. Thursday, I got home at 5 p.m. After being dropped off at 9 a.m. Yes, it’s a full time job.

Now I have a pressure sore in a barely accessible place from sitting almost all the time. I walk a little bit every hour or so, but there’s only so much I can do because I’m afraid of falling. My legs are weaker because of the Botox, an expected side effect. I did a lot of walking on Friday and could barely move after I got home.

I’m tired a lot, grumpy, getting 4-5 hours’ sleep, and poor. And I guess I’m whining. Forgive me.

tarotythoughts and other thoughts

I bought a new website. tarotythoughts.com I will attempt to empty out my brain about tarot, showcase my cards, and discuss all things tarot/oracle. Books, cards, meanings, all that kind of thing.

I got a hospital bed. It’s small, uncomfortable, and hot. I’ll have to pump up my ride with a mattress topper or something. No falls this week, which is good. Also didn’t gain a lot of weight. I’m leaving dialysis at 92 kg. You do the calculations.

Also, I got the Omnipod 5, which is the newest insulin pump. In three weeks I’ll go for “training” in how to use it and program it using my phone. Yet another reason to keep my phone next to me. It also reads the Dexcom G7 information and adjusts the insulin based on my actual glucose reading. Technology, when it works, is amazing.

I haven’t done any writing this week. I did a lot of slush reading in Cupid’s Arrow. The Director is planning on opening it up for submissions next year. I don’t know how I feel about that. In a way, I want him to dump that imprint, but romance sells. Unfortunately, we don’t have the people to go to events to put our name out there. That’s the thing. People like books. There’s a huge romance fan base. We just have to find them. And two people, doing most of the work, for three imprints, is tough. He does a lot of the work. I just do the editing and other fun stuff.

My therapist said something this week that I have kept in my brain. “You are the strongest person I know.” Really? REALLY? It makes my heart swell with that. And that is my affirmation for the week. “Be strong.”

Asterisk is dead.

My computer died.

But luckily, I have Number One Son’s old desktop. Unfortunately, it’s connected to his laptop so I can’t delete stuff. Meanwhile, this C drive is 75% full.

So I have to be careful what I download. Only the necessary stuff.

I think I lost my novels and programs such as Sirius 4.1 (astrology), Scrivener (novel writing). I don’t use them very often, but it’s nice to have them. I lost 380 books that I downloaded into my book tracking program. Of course I backed it up…on my old computer’s C drive!

Good news, maybe, is I have a backup somewhere on Dropbox. Also all my shortcuts in Chrome and Edge carried over (thank the Gods), so I can still work for The Publisher. Outlook won’t work, so I need to load my work email into something else. I have access, but it’s bare-bones and web-based.

It could have been much worse.