I thought 2016 was the most horrific and craptacular year in living memory, what with all those awesome musicians dying, and then along comes 2020, who says, 'Here, hold my beer.' It's not a permanent situation we're in, but whilst we are in this situation, it's hard to not feel fractious, or irritable, or depressed. It's all we hear about in the news, but in case you didn't hear, Cassie Blaine was released from her prison cell in Bogota today. Remember Cocaine Cassie? You know what? I'm not bothered in the least she's been released, and I'm sure her release is following due judicial process over there in Colombia. I'm just waiting for the stupid news articles, all of which will be in Murdoch rags, whipping up confected outrage like one of those machines that spins sugar into fairy floss. She is to be interviewed on 60 Minutes, and I will save you viewing time because in the ad, when asked why she did it, she replied, 'Money.' Well, duh, honey. There will also be stalking articles about her expecting the taxpayers to fund her lifestyle when she tries to claim unemployment benefits, like what happened with Shapelle Corby. Press, can we just leave the people alone to rebuild their lives, please?
Has anyone else heard of Scotty from Marketing and PC Plod Pete's idea of having a tracking app on mobile phones to trace the movements of Corona patients? I want this virus contained as much as the next person, but when there's talk bandied about that the app could be made mandatory, I don't like the sound of this much at all. Worry about the fuck-up with the Ruby Princess, okay? And Duds Dutton, worry about your eyebrows; I think someone's stolen them. Either that, or they got so sick of your vicious draconian blathering that they crawled off your face and ran away.
We have to be resourceful and think outside the square in these trying times. One of my fellow Muswellbrook authors was due to launch her latest novel at a local coffee shop tonight. Well, that changed, so tonight I watched my first ever live stream book launch wherein she launched her book on Facebook, telling us the inspiration and salient points, as her husband channelled his inner Russell Mulcahy and worked the camera. Anyway, I'm proud of how my friend rose to the challenge, and if you like speculative fiction, the book is called Amethyst Pledge, and her name's Leonie Rogers. Book's available through Hague.
Speaking of publishers, I'm in the market for a new one. Any takers? In the meantime, I'm going to get the books on Kindle as downloads. 'Abernethy' can be purchased thus at the moment.
It was good to watch the live steam, and interact on the Facebook feed. It was a distraction from the mire of viral malaise, and a reminder that things will be better and whilst we have the arts, we are very lucky indeed.
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