Too soon

According to our tradition, we carry a red and white wristband called martenitsa from March 1st to the day the storks arrive or we see a blossoming tree.

It’s too soon. I remember carrying martenitsa until mid April.

Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells

I got stuck with The Boy on the Bridge, a deeply uninteresting book by M. R. Carey. The more time passed, the less time I spent reading, and I ended up not reading at all for days.

A breath of fresh air in whole the reader block was Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells. As one of the Goodreads reviews says, the Murderbot can have a mission to rescue kittens and it would still be interesting.

Rogue Protocol is about finding evidence against the corporation GrayCris. Bot will go to a space station that’s haunted and scary, and it has no armor. We have some Alien moments but of course, Bot is no weakling. It’s clear who should scream in space.

If there’s one downside of the whole series, it’s that the books are so short. The top three are the ones published in Bulgarian. Their total volume is about equal to the red book under them, which is The Boy on the Bridge by M. R. Carey, which got me stuck.

I’m still stuck though. I don’t want to get back to the red book.

Superstitions

Daily writing prompt
Are you superstitious?

I grew up in communist Bulgaria. When I was ten, the Wall fell, and the floodgates of civilization opened—bringing a tsunami of dubious beliefs with them. We got the best of it: horoscopes, psychics, poltergeists, fortune tellers, obscure religions, Eastern spirituality, hippies, numerology, the Knights Templar, UFOs, Kashpirovski—you name it, we got it blasting on us from the TV screen and the newspaper stands. Even the army believed and started digging a hole, guided by a psychic, who promised they’ll find an alien aircraft.

I was no stranger to all that stuff. I read books on horoscopes and checked mine daily. I hoped aliens and poltergeists were real. But one by one, those beliefs faded away. The aliens never landed and I could read anyone’s horoscope and it would feel as accurate as mine. Today, I see these all as thinking errors, used by clever people to farm wealth.

Am I 100% free of superstition? Maybe not but pretty close. Show me proof that any of this works, and I’ll gladly change my mind.

Fluff

Daily writing prompt
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

Probably not a cat but I mostly take photos of cats and birds, and our very persistent Jay rarely visits these days.

Let’s say, the above photo represents me when it’s 10pm and is my reading time.