I had to have a long talk with the hubbinator on Friday. I went to lunch with a bunch of other writers. When asked what I was writing, I happened to mention how angry I was and how I was looking for ways to destroy the world. 

Great exercise for a writer.

As I expanded at length of the marvels of anthrax, I realized not everyone would appreciate the fact that I was a writer and talking fiction. Past fiction, actually. I’d already used anthrax in the Redaction series.

Been there; done that.

I have new ways to destroy the world in the works (provided I get the butt in the chair and write instead of playing games or watching Netflix).

But, there may have been a few concerned folks who reported the crazy lady at the restaurant, traced me via my credit card receipt, and knocked on my door. Hence the talk with hubbinator.

He just shook his head.

Life is fun until the cops show up:D

Rest assured, I may be mad. I may be a scientist, but I have no plans to bring on the apocalypse outside of a book. Pinky swear.

Until next time.