I have a forthcoming rant bubbling up, but I also have a vodka cooler and as such the two are cancelling each out out. So far. Today was just horrendous. Deep breath, exhale, continue.
The nuts and bolts of today's frustrations were people. Mostly nuts. I have a genuine desire to see the best in people, but there are days where the public really try that goal. Today was one of them. There are days - he says, going for a completely awkward transition - that I dream of running away and joining the circus.
Yeah, okay. Worst transition ever. Blame the vodka cooler.
"Roustabout," by Dale Chase
I know I've mentioned Dale Chase just a few days ago, but I should point out that when I got my contributor copy of Tented (once again an anthology edited by the unique Jerry L. Wheeler) Dale's anchor story was my first introduction to her work, and I went seeking her tales out thereafter.
"Roustabout" is a tale told in California in the late 1800's, and full of what I've since learned is Dale Chase's brilliant mix of bittersweet longing that is so often a central piece of her erotic westerns. The arrival of a circus - the wagons appearing, tents being set up - brings a man who had planned to come there with his lover, who is now dead. What he finds instead might be a chance to heal.
Tented is an anthology that - to me - was full of genuine surprises. The theme seems so narrow at first - circuses, after all, are exactly that: just circuses - but the collection as a whole is so incredibly varied. I'm dead proud to be in this one.