(31) Days of Summer

I don't think this excerpt really needs an introduction. “Ah, just who I was looking for,” comes a voice from behind me. Not a voice that I recognize. Who could it be? I turn and see a man walking down the hallway towards me, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He is about six feet tall and looks to be in his mid-twenties. His light brown, thick, curly hair hits at about shoulder height and he has a perfectly groomed light brown beard. He looks strong, confident and filled with mirth. I like him immediately. “Addison,” he says, holding out a hand for me to shake. “Addison Barger. From IT. But you can call me Bam Bam.” “Hi, Bam Bam,” I say, barely suppressing a laugh. An adult man calling himself Bam Bam? “I know, I know,” he says, shaking his head and smiling. “You’ll get used to it though. It’s an old baseball nickname that stuck. Everyone calls me Bam Bam. Except my mom.” “Got it,” I tell him. “I’m Lena. But you must already know that. Since it was you looking for me.” “Right, yes,...

Another fantastic day of writing behind me. I sat down with the plan to write a hilarious segment about a "semi-mandatory" work potluck, including an AI generated song with all employees names - but then Jackie sent the hilarious article about Jack Bauer - both of them. So I pivoted. I felt like my memo was the funnier of the two things I wrote today, so I'm sharing that instead. You'll have to wait for the full novella for the Jack Bauer hilarity. (Or actually jsut read the article that Jackie sent, because I plagiarized and only lightly edited it for humour).   MEMORANDUM To: Employees of the Bank of Nova Scotia From: Chadwick Penneyworth, Senior Management at the Bank of Nova Scotia Date: July 3, 2025 Subject: “Operation Hot Commie Summer” Hey everybody. Chadwick Penneyworth here. I thought I’d just shoot you a quick voice memo to tell you what we’ve been “cooking up here” in Senior Leadership. Haha, lol, smiley emoji. You’ll notice and appreciate that the tone of ...

I'm delighted that my novella is just deciding the plot for itself. Every day when I sit down, I have no idea what I am going to write about. I start writing, am inspired by one thing or another, and manage to write out the requisite number of words and the plot moves itself forward - or not, sometimes there is no plot movement, but just a bunch of EsNoWriMo lore and inside jokes. I laughed at a bunch of my own jokes when I was writing today. I hope you get a laugh or two, also. As an aside, I'm so happy to be able to use AI to generate all the madcap images that I come up with in my imagination and bring them into the real world. Thanks AI. “Judging by the odour of this room, I would say that more than a few people need to enjoy this product, post haste!” I say conspiratorially to Jake and Chazzy. “That’s actually just the way that Jackie’s Place smells,” Chazzy tells me. “Jackie knows the importance of scent in creating the ambiance of a space. Much like realtors will bake co...