Blackbirds Release Date!

There are some books you mark your calender to remind yourself of the release date. BLACKBIRDS by Chuck Wendig is one of them.

I've read Chuck's blog for a while now, and ever since I heard him talk about the premise for the book I've been frothing at the mouth to read it. Here's the blurb:

Miriam Black knows when you will die.

Still in her early twenties, she's foreseen hundreds of car crashes, heart attacks, strokes, suicides, and slow deaths by cancer. But when Miriam hitches a ride with truck driver Louis Darling and shakes his hand, she sees that in thirty days Louis will be gruesomely murdered while he calls her name.

Miriam has given up trying to save people; that only makes their deaths happen. But Louis will die because he met her, and she will be the next victim. No matter what she does she can't save Louis. But if she wants to stay alive, she'll have to try.


So yeah...frothing at the mouth. I've always loved the idea of someone seeing the future and being unable to stop it (I actually have a book in the making about just that), and I love the twist that Wendig's put on it.

 You know you're intrigued too! Run, don't walk to your nearest bookstore or bookstore web page and order the book now!

A Philosophical Quandary

Debate with me, if you will, a philosophical quandary:

You're laying in bed and have finally gotten comfortable. We're talking sinking-into-the-sheets comfortable. Angels-are-singing-a-chorus-of-bliss comfortable.

Then you get a horrible itch between your shoulder blades. It feels like spiders are hatching under your skin it itches so badly. Shrugging your shoulders doesn't help.

Do you scratch the itch and destroy your perfect comfy bliss, or lay there and hope it goes away? If you choose to lay there, how long do you wait until you decide it's not going away on it's own?