The California Book Fair is off. It was to be held at the Pasadena Convention Center, but that's now HQ for FEMA and the Red Cross to help evacuees from the Eaton fire. Which, honestly, is no surprise. It's going to take months just to regain some footing in LA, all across the city, and then years to recover. At best.
I'm so fed up with the MAGAt crowd's evil and hatefulness about this catastrophe, I refuse to engage with them. They are beneath contempt and unworthy of my attention. Now I just write something along the lines of Why are MAGAts so nasty...or vile...or inhuman. Or...Why do MAGAts pretend to be Christians then spit on the teachings of Christ? Just simple questions, and I ignore those who try to bait me into a back and forth.
I'm going to write a 13th chapter for The Beast Dines Out and use my anger with it. Infuse it. Dirc finds out the Area 51 people have taken Irin, and the Beast is out of range for thoughts, so he's gonna go all Rambo on 'em.
He's out in the woods with the dogs, Alger and Anth, then comes back to see the cabin crawling with researchers and lab freaks and military police...something like that...and he uses all his wiles to get information from them.
It's a bit Sense8, in a way. Rescuing someone from a well-protected hospital-style place. They did it for Nomi, at the beginning, and Wolfie, near the end...but it was done in ways I didn't really believe. All but walking out. I want something more real and complex...and I think I've already laid some of the groundwork for what will lead into that without meaning to.
So may be a 14th chapter, too. Who knows? I just know, the story's not done, yet.
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