A Torchlight Shining at the Bastards

Every showing is full of secrets.–Julian of Norwich, 13731I'm going to let go of any intentions for this episode and simply follow the path of coincidence because I'm exhausted and my muscles ache. I spent last night pulling everything out of the storage unit in our parking garage, which flooded after a derecho blew across the Midwest this week. I schlepped giant canvases, copies of an unpopular book I wrote, Christmas ornaments, and boxes of god only knows so I could put all of this stuff on plastic risers. For the next once-in-a-lifetime storm. Because there will be more.It was like a metaphor came to life, suddenly being forced to deal with all the riff-raff I thought I'd hidden away. As I tossed soaked upholstery into a dumpster and frowned at piles of dead electronics, I pondered what I might write for this episode, which tonight's special guest suggested calling A Torchlight Shining at the Bastards. What does a title like that need? I wondered. Then I found the lamp.2For…