Coronavirus Log: Day 3

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Well, watching The Walking Dead tonight was a slightly different viewing experience in the context of an actual global pandemic.

As more and more widespread closures are announced, and for longer durations than originally planned, the reality of a partial national lock-down is starting to set in. We treated this mostly like a normal weekend at home, minus the usual hubbub of youth sports and activities, but tonight we also talked as a family to lay out what the first full “school week” might look like without school. We’re all in this, figuring it out together. The kiddos have a great attitude so far.

Stuff that got done

  • Sorted and boxed books for the near-future move we’re planning. There are many, many books. Should society fall, we’re doing our part to preserve our collective human knowledge. Between my psychologist wife and I, we’ve pretty much got covered the areas of statistics, social psychology, education, modern sci-fi and fantasy, the nearly complete works of J.R.R. Tolkien, and a healthy portion of the traditional Western and American literary and canon, including some in the original Latin and Greek. My kids will primarily be preserving Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Big Nate, Harry Potter, and the works of Mo Willems for posterity.
  • I installed two drawer catches on two kitchen drawers that never stay closed. In typical fashion, I made a simple project more complicated than it probably needed to be, but I still finished the job before the frozen lasagna was ready for dinner, so I call it a success. And now the drawers stay closed, which I have to admit is nicer than expected.
  • Nebula reading: Continued making my way through the novelettes, and I have to say, they’re really enjoyable so far.

Keep well, keep distant!

Read for Free: “Dear Parents, Your Child Is Not the Chosen One”

I’m a few days behind announcing this here on the blog, but my short story, “Dear Parents, Your Child Is Not the Chosen One,” can now be read for free at Diabolical Plots!

This story came out of two things I was wondering when I wrote it:

(1) My kids had been listening to a lot of Harry Potter audio books (still are, in fact), and as a teacher, I kept wondering what kinds of professional responsibilities the Hogwarts faculty were dealing with behind the scenes.

A story about all the grading work they probably have wouldn’t have been that interesting (one supposes the faculty all have time turners to get through the marking), but a story about dealing with overbearing parents? Now that might be something… (Lord knows the Malfoys must have eaten up a lot of Dumbledore’s time).

(2) I was wondering about the kinds of people who crave some special mantle they feel entitled to, but just… aren’t. We all know about sf’s actual Chosen Ones: the Harry Potters and the Skywalkers, the King Arthurs and the four Pevensie children, and so on.

But what about the ones who want to be Chosen, but just aren’t cut out for it? Or worse yet, the ones whose parents want them to be the Chosen One?

And so was born one Ms. Madeleine Whimbley, teacher of Intermediate Feats and Virtues at the Avalon Preparatory Academy for Adventurers, and the present story, collected from her correspondence with the parents of one Rodney Goodblood, unacceptably average student.

I had a lot of fun writing this one! Hope you enjoy.

https://www.diabolicalplots.com/dp-fiction-55b-dear-parents-your-child-is-not-the-chosen-one-by-p-g-galalis/

Out Now: “Dear Parents…”

My story, “Dear Parents, Your Child Is Not the Chosen One,” is out now in Diabolical Plots: Year Five!

As a teacher, I’ve often wondered what kinds of things the Hogwarts faculty in Harry Potter have to deal with in their professional lives, when they’re not helping save the world from–or secretly serving–He Who Shall Not Be Named. This story, collected from the correspondence of one Ms. Madeleine Whimbley of the Avalon Preparatory Academy for Adventurers, is the result.

I hope you enjoy it!