"Some way, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"
Yesterday I informed the organizers of Necronomicon that I won't be attending. There's just too much work, and I lost three days to the heat. My apologies to anyone who might have wanted to speak with me or have a book signed or - whatever. Apologies. The deadlines have backed me into a corner.
And today is the 125th birthday of Lovecraft's birth. I'd go to the grave this evening, but there will likely be a crowd.
Yesterday was mostly wasted walking around the Providence Place Mall, because there was AC there. I fucking hate malls. I also hate seeing how anything that enjoys a little popularity gets merchandised to death. It's the silver lining to Alabaster having failed to become the huge hit that Dark Horse thought it would. I don't have to step in Newbury Comics and see Dancy shot glasses and thongs. I don't have to watch the characters and stories drained of all authenticity.
Today, the weather's a little cooler (but humid as hell), and I'm writing. I mean to finish Agents of Dreamland on Thursday evening, at the latest.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
And today is the 125th birthday of Lovecraft's birth. I'd go to the grave this evening, but there will likely be a crowd.
Yesterday was mostly wasted walking around the Providence Place Mall, because there was AC there. I fucking hate malls. I also hate seeing how anything that enjoys a little popularity gets merchandised to death. It's the silver lining to Alabaster having failed to become the huge hit that Dark Horse thought it would. I don't have to step in Newbury Comics and see Dancy shot glasses and thongs. I don't have to watch the characters and stories drained of all authenticity.
Today, the weather's a little cooler (but humid as hell), and I'm writing. I mean to finish Agents of Dreamland on Thursday evening, at the latest.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast