I’m making early Premier League predictions this season.
Team
2024-25 Actual
2025-26 Predicted
Notes
Liverpool
1
1
What if Salah drops off, but the £300m of recent spending pick up the slack?
Manchester City
3
2
Too much Pep, too much Haaland, too much money
Chelsea
4
3
If you spend a billion pounds, you should probably finish top 4
Arsenal
2
4
As low as I can reasonably put them
Newcastle
5
5
Could easily finish five spots lower if they prioritize the CL
Villa
6
6
The Europa League means they can probably prioritize the Premier League for 2/3 of the season
Spurs
17
7
I am certain that Tottenham will not finish lower than last season. Finishing higher than 7th is entirely possible if the league is the priority. This feels like a return to “top 4 is our everything” but with much more competition and much less Harry Kane / Sonny
Brighton
8
8
Wouldn’t be shocked for them to finish higher
Brentford
10
9
If any club can survive losing their manager and several key players, it’s Brentford (or Brighton) ((I’m actually worried about them this year))
Bournemouth
9
10
When Spurs lost 4 of their 5 defensive starters, they sank to 17th. Can Bournemouth do better?
Palace
12
11
If they hadn’t won the FA Cup and a place in the Europa (Conference) League, I’d have put them higher
Manchester United
15
12
They finished 15th last season. This doesn’t feel overly generous, but also feels miserly?
Fulham
11
13
Mid-table again, but could surprise me
West Ham
14
14
See above, but without the “surprise me” part
Nottingham Forest
7
15
They should go all-in on the Europa League
Everton
13
16
IDK, they’ll be safe, but top half seems too much of a stretch
Leeds
17
Surely one of the promoted teams will survive
Wolves
16
18
They’re not very good and only survived last season because the promoted teams were terrible and Spurs tanked the league
Burnley
19
Welcome back to the big show, lads. Good luck.
Sunderland
20
Someone has to be the “we’re just happy to be here” team
Hello, friends! After many years of talking about it, procrastinating, and intensive research, “The Tourist’s Guide to London Football Soccer” is finally here. (Paperback version, Amazon link, B&N link, Kobo link) Or ready for pre-order, depending on when you read this. To whet your appetite, this is the chapter for visiting Tottenham Hotspur.
Tottenham Hotspur
Background
The North London Derby means more in Tottenham. The rivalry is deep on both sides, extending back to 1913 when that Johnny-come-lately Woolwich Arsenal club moved north of the river, but it means more for Tottenham because of the stolen promotion. After World War I, when football resumed, Tottenham were in the second tier, along with Arsenal and Chelsea. Tottenham did not finish in the automatic promotion places, but the plan was for four teams to move into the top-flight. Despite finishing ahead of Arsenal, a backroom deal by Arsenal’s then-chairman saw Arsenal steal Tottenham’s place in the top-flight. Spurs supporters felt positively robbed. Even with a speedy promotion back to the top-flight in the ensuing season, Spurs supporters have never forgotten and never forgiven.
Since the football club’s founding in 1882, Tottenham Hotspur has resided in broadly the same area in north London. Waves of immigrants have moved to the area over the decades, including a number of Jewish families in the early 20th century. For most of the club’s history, the supporters were drawn from the community around the club, not a global audience, and by the 1930s there was a sizeable number of Jewish supporters in the ground on match days. The proportion has diminished over time, but the connection between Spurs and the Jewish community has remained, including having three chairmen in the last 40 years who were Jewish.
Many supporters today still proudly identify as “Yids,” regardless of their personal Jewish heritage. This is a topic of hot debate among the supporters and the community, with the club asking supporters to move on from a term that came to be seen as anti-Semitic in the 1930s. Seldom a matchday passes without a portion of the crowd defiantly singing about “being a Yid.” I’m not here to be your Mom and tell you what you should or shouldn’t sing, but if you’ve not heard the term “Yid” before, consider that there’s a lot more to the word than some drunk lads singing about their football club.
Honors and Trophies
Under the stewardship of chairman Daniel Levy, the club has built a top-class training ground, a world-class stadium, and established itself in the “Big 6” of English football clubs, alongside Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester City, and Manchester United. (Newcastle supporters are tapping on the glass and mouthing “unlock the door.”) For most of that tenure—and decades prior—Spurs have been the banter club of English football. In the spring of 2025, they ended a 41-year wait for a European trophy by winning the Europa League final and then promptly sacked their manager.
Spurs were top-flight champions in 1951 and 1961, eight-time FA Cup winners (including the first “double” in the 20th century with the league and FA Cup victories under club legend Bill Nicholson’s management), thrice winners of the UEFA Cup (now the Europa League), and four-time winners of the League Cup, most recently in 2008. For most of the 21st century, the defining characteristic of supporting Tottenham Hotspur was the feeling of glimpsing glory but not quite achieving it, but that ended when manager Ange Postecoglu delivered on a promise early in the 2024-2025 season that “I always win trophies in my second season.” And so he did, mate. (And was sacked for finishing 17th in the league.)
Style of play
Tottenham supporters have a distinct vision for the style of play they want to see from the club, exemplified by the club motto: audere est facere. To dare is to do. Attack, attack, attack some more. Sitting in a low block is anathema. Sterile possession is abhorred. The goal is always to be on the front foot, always pressing, always scoring. In recent years the spells under Mauricio Pochettino and Ange Postecoglu exemplified the approach (the winning run in the 2024-2025 Europa League not withstanding). This has not always been the managerial philosophy, particularly in the early 2020s when the club was managed by Portuguese and Italian managers known for their pragmatism and defensive structure. Spurs supporters love an audacious attack, and you’ll seldom see the stadium more raucous than when a player drives forward from their own half to press a counterattack into the opposition’s final third. The 2020 FIFA Puskas Award winner for best goal in the world for the year was exactly this with Son Heung-min dribbling pretty much the entire Burnley team and scoring with a gem of a finish.
The Stadium
The Tottenham Hotspur Stadium is one of the foremost palaces of modern football. It is sleek, modern, convenient, and a money printing machine. Between regular football matches, hosting NFL games, hosting concerts, and boasting Europe’s longest continuous bar—the Goal Line Bar under the south stand—it is a testament to chairman Daniel Levy’s vision for the club to compete off the pitch in order to compete on the pitch.
When visiting the stadium, any first-timer should take the Victoria Line to Seven Sisters Station. From there walk with the crowd northward along Tottenham High Street. You’ll pass local shops and restaurants, and the Tottenham War Memorial on Tottenham Green, until the stadium rises over the shops and flats.
The stadium rising in the distance. Photo taken by the author.
Take a moment to enjoy the view, but get walking soon because it’s still a hike to reach the enormous club shop and the gates into the stadium entrances.
The Seven Sisters walk. Map via Umap and OpenStreetMap.
For visitors who are unable to walk the mile+ from Seven Sisters to the stadium, use National Rail to White Hart Lane station. You can hop on at Liverpool Street, which is easy to access via the tube. Once at White Hart Lane station, it’s a short walk eastward to reach the stadium. Don’t miss the mural on Whitehall Street on the north-facing side of the Brown Eagle restaurant.
Area Pubs and Restaurants
No guide to food in Tottenham is complete without mentioning local stalwart Chick King. It’s been a matchday staple for over four decades, and in recent years received broader exposure, including from the streaming show “Chicken Shop Date.” While you’re very welcome to take your own date, be aware that there will be a queue on match days and that seating will be limited (which really means “as likely as a defensive-minded Italian manager finding enduring happiness.”)
The Tottenham Hotspur Stadium local area. Map via Umap and OpenStreetMap.
For pubs, there are multiple options on the high street. The intrepid visitor might try a pint at each. For character, Bluecoats is worth a visit. If you’re in more of a rush, there are often takeaway drinks at The High Cross along the way to the stadium. The Corner Pin next to the stadium is also a good shout, though the stadium itself boasts a brewery and plenty of bars, including the aforementioned Goal Line Bar.
My personal recommendation is to make the walk up the high road, grab a takeaway drink outside The High Cross, and head straight into the stadium for another pint at the Beavertown microbrewery, tucked away to the right of the Goal Line Bar. The Neck Oil session IPA is the traditional option. The stadium food is pretty good—for stadium food—with a surprising number of options. The chips (fries) are genuinely excellent. Do note that you’ll have to enter through your assigned gate, but as long as you’re not in the away supporters’ section, you can make your way to beneath the south stand and the widest range of food options.
Songs and Chants
Tottenham supporters, like every group of supporters in Europe, have a repertoire of terrace songs. The classic—and easiest for a new supporter—is simply to join in for a few rounds of “Come on you Spurs.”
The next most common song is probably When the Spurs Go Marching In. It’s sung to the tune of—no surprise here—When the Saints Go Marching In. Since 2023, the club has featured a trumpeter before matches to accompany the crowd, and belting the song with 62,000 of your best mates is a spine-tingling experience.
Oh when the Spurs go marching in
Oh when the Spurs go marching in
I want to be in that numba
When the Spurs go marching in
Many players will have a song of their own, and Tottenham supporters—like every club in England—sing One of Our Own for players who came up through the academy.
One of our own
He’s one of our own
[Player name]
He’s one of our own
After the Europa League win, I would be remiss to not mention Brennan Johnson’s song:
Johnson again
Ole, ole, ole
Johnson again, Johnson again, Johnson again
Ole, ole, ole
As mentioned in the background section, the club has endured controversy in recent years from the supporters’ use of the word “yid.” Any match day fan will hear sections of the crowd singing about “being a Yid” and shouting “yiddo” at the club’s players. This is—from personal observation—done in support of a player, nearly always after they have performed well on the pitch. Again, if you are not personally familiar with the word, do consider how you use it.
Tickets
Like most Premier League clubs, Tottenham gatekeeps tickets for league matches. There are various routes to purchasing them, depending on the visitor’s price sensitivity and involvement with the club.
The simplest and most expensive option is to buy “hospitality” tickets directly from the club. They will cost anywhere from hundreds to thousands of pounds, depending on the package and the opponent. They do come with a meal, a box seat, and special access to club representatives.
Another option for engaged supporters is to purchase through their local supporters’ group. This may be in your non-London city or country. The official supporters’ groups usually have access to multiple tickets per season.
The next simplest option is to register (and pay) to be an official One Hotspur member via the club website. Each person attending the match will need a membership, but tickets can be bought four to six weeks before kickoff. This approach is not 100% foolproof. Matches for Arsenal are going to sell out, pretty much guaranteed. Matches against a freshly promoted team are very likely to be easy to purchase. The rest fall in the middle, and it will somewhat depend on the team’s form at the time—everyone likes to watch a winner. I’ve seen more Spurs matches than any club in London, and the only time I struggled to get a ticket was against Arsenal. Even Champions League tickets (vs Bayern Munich in 2019) were readily available via the ticket exchange.
If you feel up to it, I recommend sitting in the south stand where the season ticket holders tend to congregate. It has the best atmosphere in the ground. The away supporters will be in the northeast corner of the ground, and I’d personally avoid sitting in the sections either side of them. If you go more towards the middle of the north stand or about a third of the way into the east stand, it will be fine.
The view from the south stand. Photo taken by the author.
QR code to the Tottenham Hotspur ticketing website
Post-game
The stadium remains open for an hour after the final whistle. The cynical might think it is a ploy by ownership to extract a few more pounds from match day supporters, but is undeniable that there will be lengthy queues for the trains for a while after the match ends. If you must leave immediately, the walk to Tottenham Hale station is of similar distance as the one to Seven Sisters, but it has the advantage of letting you into the train a stop earlier, which means you might have a place to sit rather than being jammed in like an insurance broker after a day at the office.
The winding path to Tottenham Hale Station. Map via Umap and OpenStreetMap.
The queue will be long, but it moves rapidly. If you do walk to Tottenham Hale, GPS is advised. The walk is safe (this is London, after all), but it requires a winding path through residential areas. There are usually other supporters to follow. I would personally go this way on a weekend afternoon, but probably go to Seven Sisters if it’s late on a weeknight. (More out of concern about getting lost in the dark than about safety.)
QR code for the path to Tottenham Hale Station
If you have a few minutes to stick around the stadium, it’s a perfect time to slip down to the Goal Line Bar and get a drink or a photo. It’s also common, especially after a weekend victory, to see people crowding around the stairwell and singing the club songs.
Food options for a sit-down meal are somewhat limited around the stadium. Burgers and chicken, plus a few smaller local restaurants. If you are already heading south toward central London, consider hopping off the Victoria Line at Highbury & Islington and walking to Wolkite for excellent Ethiopian food, continuing on to Kings Cross and the short walk to local Indian hotspot Dishoom, or even continuing on to Warren Street and walking to Mestizo for outstanding Mexican food.
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The top of the table was not drastically different than I predicted (Liverpool supporters will happily disagree; Gooners will sadly nod), other than my Second Season Ange Optimism applying to the Europa League win rather than the Premier League finish.
The bottom of the table was pretty close, too, with the main non-Spurs surprise being a midseason resurgence from Wolves.
If we look at the absolute value of my predicted finish vs actual finish, the biggest surprises (to me) were:
Nottingham Forest: They kept winning and winning and winning with low block, defensively solid football that felt more lucky than sustainable, and so it was. The late season slip in form was more inevitable than it was a surprise. Typically, I would say that it is probably to their benefit to NOT make the Champion’s League (knowing that not a single supporter will agree with me), but the bottom of the league is So Bad, that probably Forest could have done a Spurs and finished just above the relegation places and had a rollicking time in Europe. As it is, they have the Conference League, and they have a very reasonable chance at winning it while finishing firmly mid-table again.
Bournemouth: I’m only mentioning them because I was off by 7 places. I expected them to do worse without Solanke, but credit to Iraola and the recruitment team.
Manchester United: they were bad. So bad that they sacked their manager mid-season and got worse. Rumors are that they’re about to spend 60m on a striker who massively over-performed his underlying numbers, so I expect them to be bad again next season. I hope it helps their supporters build character.
Spurs: they were also bad. So bad that the supporters were calling for the manager to be sacked, but the saving grace was a run in the Europa League that culminated with a victory over Manchester United in the final that resulted in the first trophy in 17 years and the first European trophy in 41 years. Were the injuries the root cause of the poor league form? (Yes, imo.) Or was the manager’s dogged adherence to poor tactics the root cause? (No tactics will fix starting an 18 year old midfielder at centerback in the Premier League, imo.) Or did he, as he stated in a press conference after the Europa League win, write off the Premier League season to chase a winnable trophy? (Definitely.)
The relegated teams: they were bad, but maybe the real story is the inequality between the Championship and the Premier League that makes it so difficult for the lower leagues to survive, never mind thrive. I don’t expect the Premier League to do much to help with said inequality, but the new independent regulator will have different ideas. We won’t see anything change this summer, but I’m mighty curious to see the report when it eventually emerges from Parliament.
Early thoughts on next season:
City will win it
Spurs will be top half
Wolves will go down
Burnley might stay up
Leeds might go down
Sunderland (bless them) are doomed
I’ll be back in August with another set of snarky predictions.
Years ago, probably during one of the UK covid lockdowns, I saw someone, somewhere mention Hot Ones. I turned on an episode, enjoyed it, and kept watching. At the time, I thought that if I ever did sell a novel, maybe I could get on Hot Ones to promote it. I like spicy food, and Sean Evans seems like the kind of guy who would enjoy talking about books. Since then, I’ve given up hope. Hot Ones has exploded in popularity and now has A list celebrities far beyond even the most famous SFF writers, never mind a debutante that still hasn’t sold that novel.
Since I am unlikely to go on Hot Ones, I decided to bring Hot Ones to me. After two months of plotting it, I finally made it happen this weekend.
The baked wings had less flavor than the grilled wings, but that let the sauces shine through
Despite the “two months of plotting,” I spent more time hyping it up to get some fellow sufferers to join me and not much time actually planning the whole thing. The youngest child and I made a Saturday morning run to Costco and Walmart. My mother-in-law had already picked up a big pile of wings since we were staying with her, and my father-in-law grilled half of them while I baked the other half. I put a coating of salt and pepper on all the wings. Without sauces, the grilled wings were the clear winners, but the baked wings were really nice for their neutral flavor once we added sauce. I didn’t sauce the wings in advance, unlike the show. I wasn’t sure how many people were going to participate, and I wasn’t sure how many would get to the end. We dosed each wing as we went.
I also prepped by picking up some IPA, cider, milk, yogurt, and ice cream. I don’t know how much the IPA and cider helped with the heat, but they paired nicely with the wings. The ice cream came in clutch. More on that later.
The lineup card with the vendor descriptions of each sauce
The tasting started with The Classic Hot Ones sauce. It was a fairly basic hot sauce. If someone served it to me on wings and put out some blue cheese or ranch dipping sauces, I wouldn’t complain. It’s a good sauce, if slightly basic compared to what came later. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 1,800 scoville units.
Sauce two was Little Dick’s “Ghost Pepper Pear.” I expected more heat from the “ghost pepper” in the name, but it was totally fine. Mild, even. The fruit flavor came through and was really enjoyable. Multiple people commented on liking it. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 6,900 scoville units. I didn’t find it particularly hotter than sauce one.
Sauce three was Neil’s Real Deal “Smoked Onion.” It was thick and dark, with strong onion flavor that blended well with the tamarind and molasses. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 17,000 scoville units. Once again, the heat didn’t feel noticeably worse than the prior sauces.
Sauce four was Los Caliente Verde. It tasted like a salsa verde with lots of tomatillo and serrano. It wasn’t quite as thick as the smoked onion. I really enjoyed this. So did the eldest child. I’ve seen internet reviews rating this sauce really highly, too. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 36,000 scoville units. It might have been a little hotter than the previous two, but it was still really well balanced and delicious.
The apple caraway sauce was Carissa’s favorite. It was delicious.
Sauce five was Dawson’s Hot Sauce “Apple Caraway.” This sauce was legit. From the melted wax seal to the sweet heat with apple and habanero both coming through. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 52,000 scoville units. I didn’t feel like it was particularly hot. Carissa really enjoyed this one and commented again a day later how much she liked it, and she’s not a big fan of spicy food.
Sauce six was Pepper North’s “Scotch Bonnet & Jerk.” I really liked this one, too. The tasting card lists ginger, allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, and thyme as key components of the jerk flavor. I believe it. The heat was there, but so was the flavor. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 71,000 scoville units.
Sauce seven was Pepper Ninja’s “Ninja Napalm.” This is the first one where I thought, “okay, that’s actually pretty spicy.” It hits with the heat and the flavor, and then the heat lingers a bit. At this point I went ahead and broke out a yogurt cup and had a few bites. I didn’t love this one, even on the second and third tastings (yes, I went back for more later.) It’s not bad, it’s just a bit more vinegary. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 133,000 scoville units.
There are few things in life that are hyped for years and then still live up to expectations. I dare say that “Da Bomb,” sauce number eight, is one of them. This was “Da Bomb Evolution” rather than “Da Bomb Beyond Insanity.” It. Was. Hot. And it lingered. I tried to douse the flames with the yogurt, but that wasn’t enough. At this point I sped around the in-laws’ kitchen table and grabbed the vanilla ice cream from the freezer. I took a couple scoops, offered it to my brother and my father-in-law (we were the canaries in the coal mine), and promptly ate half the bowl. The ice cream helped massively. The lineup card listed Da Bomb as having 135,600 scoville units. It tasted way hotter than sauce seven’s 133k scoville units.
Having seen the show, I knew that sauce nine wasn’t going to be quite as brutal. It was Fresco Sauce’s “Arbol Scorpion.” I won’t lie to you–this sauce is hot. The lineup card listed this sauce as having 820,000 scoville units. It might have been hotter than Da Bomb. I would believe it. But it wasn’t quite as brutal in how it snuck up on you and then lingered.
Sauce ten, the Last Dab Xperience was… fine. Hot, of course. But doable. Once you’ve survived Da Bomb, you’ve crossed the peak.
As mentioned above, I went back for more. On the first pass through, I was saucing one side of a wing, eating it, and then saucing the other side. After about seven wings and “finishing” the sauce list, I was still hungry. I went back through sauces two through seven, skipped Da Bomb, and tried sauce nine again. Anything between two and six is genuinely delicious and I’d use them any time I’m grilling. Seven I’d use when I personally want some more heat. Nine I’d use when someone else says “I love spicy food, hit me.” Maybe I’d consider putting a teaspoon of Da Bomb into a chili or something–which is what the manufacturer (they’re based in KCK) recommends–but it’s not something I’d serve on a regular basis. The Last Dab is pure heat without much flavor. It’s worth the experience, but I want more flavor with my heat.
Special shout outs to my in-laws for hosting (and tasting (and cooking)), my brother-in-law, my brother, Carissa, our girls, and a couple of the eldest child’s friends who enjoyed the journey with me. Missouri loves company, right?
The whole experience was a lot of fun. I expected more of an ordeal, both during and after, but that wasn’t the case. Maybe we didn’t use enough of sauce on the wings? Except we were coating them pretty well. Maybe the ice cream helped too much? If so, I have no regrets. I’d do the whole thing again, for sure, especially if Sean Evans wants to talk books.
I have a new story out this week, “The World at the End of the Bar” in the “Inter Librarian Loan” anthology from Air and Nothingness Press. This is my third story with Air and Nothingness, and it’s maybe the strangest story I’ve had published. The story came from a submission call from Todd Sanders, the editor, who reached out to authors who contributed to his previous Librarian anthology calls. The idea was that those authors could opt-in to having their stories used by other authors to tell an alternative version of the original story. A divergence.
I made my story “Three Matches and the Unlit Fuse” from October 2023 available, and I chose to work with Waverly x Night’s “The Bar at the End of the World.” I took the world Waverly created and imagined how the story could have continued and how her character Xoa could have returned from retirement to help his former student save the world she created.
It was a fun experiment, and I think it resulted in a fun story.
My name is Inigo Montoya. You stole me from my mother. Prepare to die.
November 5, 2023 was the last day we were in England as a family before moving back to the US. What a year it has been. In the last twelve months we’ve moved continents, graduated high school, bought a house, moved to a new state, changed jobs twice, and adopted another cat. And then, on November 5, 2024, America decided to buy a ticket for the Trump Rodeo, round 2.
“Do you miss London?” people ask me. Yes. Regularly, especially when I see a Tottenham or Brentford match and think “I could have been at that one.” Also when chatting with friends and thinking “we should nip out to the pub.” Also when America elects a guy who talks about his political rivals getting shot. But at the same time, all the very good family, job, and education-related reasons that compelled us to come back are still true.
Aela, fully alert and ready to herd
The eldest child was able to finish her senior year of high school in the US at the school where she started kindergarten all those years ago. That included senior photos, senior prom, and graduation. The younger child was able to play on the high school soccer team and get involved in ice skating, a sport she’s come to love. I don’t know that the education is better here vs there. The way the kids describe it, it’s less stressful here. You have more freedom to choose interesting classes here and to pivot if you realize you don’t enjoy what you’re studying. Classes are overall more structured in England, and extra-curriculars are more varied in America. I’d say that education for our corner of England up to about 9th grade is probably stronger, but the pressure on kids in 10th and 12th grade is much higher than it is here.
The house and new state go hand in hand. We’ve settled in the Kansas City suburbs. We bought a lovely house in a lovely neighborhood, but we miss being able to walk down to Twickenham High Street to swing by the fruit stall and the butcher. I miss catching a train home after a football match and a pint or four. We recently went to the Nelson Atkins Museum, and it was super nice, but we couldn’t help compare it to the museums in London and say things like “well, the Brits stole way better artifacts from Egypt,” or “the impressionist exhibit at the Tate Modern was so much bigger.” Actually the second sentence is a lie. The Impressionist exhibit at Nelson Atkins was super legit. Big up, KC.
Fezzik meeting his new brother
What is undeniably better about living in an American suburb is the space and the “niceness.” Our house is not 140 years old like our first place in London was. It doesn’t have a mildew problem. It’s twice the size of the London house. It has a yard! It cost us less than half as much as buying in London would have. And we’re 3-4 hours of driving to see family, not 18 hours of taxis and flights. (We’re even about 20 minutes from one of my cousins.)
I managed to get out to Kansas Motor Speedway with said cousin and take in a race. It was an experience. I’m not in a rush to get back, but I enjoyed the day out and would consider going again. It helps to have someone who is very knowledgeable about the sport and can explain the nuances. I’ll have to take him to soccer sometime and return the favor, but maybe with less knowledge about the local team.
Changed jobs twice? Yeah… The first time was looking to do something different after 13 years at the old place. I landed at another insurance technology company doing some neat things with AI. Then that turned into doing some neat things with AI plus some not-so-neat things with mainframe to cloud migrations, which turned into just doing not-so-neat things with mainframe to cloud migrations. I’ve moved on to a job at an insurance company where I’m back to doing neat things with technology, including AI.
Another cat? Yeah, so recently I had another birthday (they just keep happening and I can’t work out how to make them stop), and the girls decided that I should receive a cat for my birthday. This is what they told me. I don’t believe them, precisely, but the cat is still here. He’s roughly 8 weeks old, and basically a terror. He’s super cute, but he’s also very much a kitten. He lives in my office where he can be supervised, so I’ve taken to wearing old jeans and multiple layers of shirts to protect myself from the needles on his paws when he tries to climb me. With a brother named Fezzik, it seemed only appropriate that he be named Inigo Montoya.
The writing has been slower this year. I’ve written a few short stories and had a couple of sales, but I’ve been distracted by everything else and taken comfort in video games and reading. I feel like I have many more short stories and novels in me, so that’s something I’ll get back to doing.
The running is in a similar state to the writing. I’ve been doing 10-15 miles a week with more when the weather is cooperative. I did not appreciate the heat and humidity of the Midwest. I had plans to run the KC Marathon, which turned into plans to run the KC half-marathon, which turned into running a 5k with Carissa and our cousin’s wife. I finished in 24:40, which was good enough for second in my age group. They even gave me a special medal for it. I guess the secret to medaling at races is to move out of London and run in much, much smaller events.
So here we are in the waning days of autumn, wondering how dark the winter will be. All I know for sure is that the sun will rise tomorrow, and there will be work that needs to be done.
I’m posting this halfway through match week 1, but in my defense I made the rankings on Thursday evening and needed more time to add some snark.
Manchester City – The machine rolls on until Guardiola gets bored or the 115 charges catch up to them
Spurs – Second season Ange optimism
Liverpool – TBD on how the era under Slot goes, but so long as he has Mo Salalalalah running down the wing, I reckon things will go okay
Arsenal – As low as I could reasonably put them
Newcastle – Lack of CL helps them climb back up the table
Chelsea – I’m assuming Maresca figures out a decent 11 out of the 50 odd first team wonderkids they have. Or he gets sacked and Chelsea finish… about 6th
Villa – Overachieved last season and won’t be able to rotate as much in the CL as they did in the UECL
Manchester United – Mid-table dross, you love to see it
Brighton – Three players you’ve never heard of will have them flirting with European qualification and be sold next summer for a combined 200m
Palace – Seem to be recruiting well and safely mid-table
Everton – Assuming there isn’t another points deduction, but even if there is Dyches remains a wizard and will keep them up
Brentford – idk, could be 8th, could be 17th
Fulham – A mid-table team, but I mean that as a compliment this time
Forest – Probably overrating them, but I think Nuno will keep them safe
West Ham – Safe from both relegation and entertainment
Bournemouth – Could be okay. Could go down with their talisman now at Hotspur Way.
Leicester – I believe in Winksy
Wolves – Feels like they might slip on the banana peel this year
Ipswich – tbqh I don’t know much about them, but what I do know reminds me of 2023/2024 Luton Town, for better and for worse
I have a new story out in the Madam President anthology from B Cubed Press. “Enough for Today” is the story of a volunteer who talks people down from the edge, and how one good deed can lead to another and another, saving the world one life at a time.
By all rational measures, 2023 was a good year of writing for me. Five stories published, another novel completed, and nine new short stories written. I also updated my Bibliography page to have links to many of my stories that are behind paywalls but where the rights have reverted to me.
Gratuitous Aela photo. She enjoyed helping herd cows back into their field.
The novel is finished, but no novel is ever really finished until it’s published. One of the agents I sent it to provided some feedback that I think makes good sense, so I have some revision to do to the ending, and that will hopefully be done when I have some time off over the holidays.
The nine short stories included Dave the Terrible and Three Matches and the Unlit Fuse, plus two more that are revised and making the rounds at short story markets. That does mean there are five others that I haven’t completely revised and are basically dead. It’s been a tough year for maintaining focus, so I’m trying hard to see the positives in writing some stories, selling some stories, and getting the novel polished so I could query it.
Looking ahead to next year, my goals are relatively small. Draft another 9-10 short stories, edit 3-5 of them to a level that I feel good about submitting them, start a new novel, and start serious work on two non-fiction projects. I’ve no shortage of ideas for the new novel, but I’m still trying to find one that I won’t mind dedicating another year (or more) of my life to working on. The non-fiction projects include a football (soccer) book about my time in London and a cookbook for the eldest child to take to college with her. I don’t know if I’ll accomplish all those, but at least they give me a direction.
Amid all the furor of the move and the trip to Italy, I had two new publications come out in anthologies over the last two months.
My story “Three Matches and the Unlit Fuse” appeared in The Librarian Card Catalogue, a beautiful anthology in the form of stories printed on card catalogs. (My children are scratching their heads at the words “card” and “catalog” used together.) This was my first solicited story and one heavily inspired by the last few years of living in Britain. The anthology is a limited edition, and it’s so pretty.
The second story is not actually a story at all. It’s a poem. Except, it was a story, originally. “A Particle Accelerator Love Song” is a scientifically accurate* poem / romance featured in Qualia Nous: Vol. 2.
I’m proud of this story. It’s been on a journey to find its way to print. I wrote it years ago, and while my faith in it wavered as the rejections piled up, I never truly gave up hope.
It’s a story that I thought was an excellent concept and that I sent out 20+ times, trying to find it a home. After it had been through every market I could find, I let it sit a while. As in “years.” When I came back and re-read it, I saw what was missing: shape. The words are nearly identical to the original prose, but it’s been reshaped to enhance the rhythm and the visual layout.
This is far from my first anthology appearance, but it is my first time being pulished in the same table of contents as Steven King. And Chuck Palahniuk. So that’s fun.
I have another story that’s been rejected a few times, has something to say that I think the world should hear, and will likely get a similar treatment. It’s been a long time since I wrote poetry, and I’m finding that it scratches a different itch than my usual prose.