"And if the people stare, then the people stare."
Detox day four. I think, cautiously, that I have come through the worst of the withdrawal. The dope sick has faded to a nagging, dull nuisance. Knock on wood. Thanks to kratom and 10mg of Klonopin, I slept well last night, maybe even seven full hours. I'll have another dose of kratom in an hour or so. I've stockpiled the stuff against those inevitable future tumbles off the wagon, thank you very much, sadistic DEA fuckwits.
It's still overcast today. The NWS had predicted the skies would clear today, but now they've changed their minds. Currently, it's 72˚F in Providence, 91% humidity.
A good writing day yesterday, despite the aches and snot and whatnot. I did a great deal more editing on the Still Untitled Mars Novella (SUMN), and by the end of the day it was 2,119 words longer when the day began. I'm on schedule to finish it on Friday, even if I'm still hazy on just exactly what happens in the final quarter of the story. It is unbelievably weird, going back to a manuscript set aside more than nine years ago, trying to recapture that voice, having no idea what the fuck I was thinking when I wrote it. I've never done anything like this before.*
Also, Spooky delivered five boxes of papers to the John Hay Library. Now, all that remains is for me to sign all the paperwork, the deed of transferal or whatever they are called, and the Caitlín R. Kiernan Archive will be all official like.
Please have a look at the current eBay goodies.
And today, Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird hits the shelves in whatever precious few bookshops and comic shops see fit to carry it. But you're best off ordering directly from Amazon. And I suppose now is as good a time as any to say that I'm going to be doing a four-part, 32-page Alabaster story next year for Dark Horse Presents, serialized over four issues. I'm thinking it will be Maisie and the Bird, no Dancy. She's earned some a rest.
Also, today is the fifteenth anniversary of Firefly and the thirtieth anniversary of This Mortal Coil's Filigree and Shadow.
Last night, we watched all six episodes of the new Amazon/BBC series, Fleabag. Really hilarious, brilliant stuff. Oh, and I leveled Morda Corpsewright, Hamster in a Can, to Level 80. It only took her four years. An Asuran necromancer, she's my third oldest GW2 toon, but for some reason I didn't get serious about leveling her until recently. I now have thirteen Level 80 toons. Instead of a life. Go me.
Time to make the doughnuts.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
* Not true. I did almost exactly the same thing when I finished The Merewife in 2005. (Noted added 8/20/19)
It's still overcast today. The NWS had predicted the skies would clear today, but now they've changed their minds. Currently, it's 72˚F in Providence, 91% humidity.
A good writing day yesterday, despite the aches and snot and whatnot. I did a great deal more editing on the Still Untitled Mars Novella (SUMN), and by the end of the day it was 2,119 words longer when the day began. I'm on schedule to finish it on Friday, even if I'm still hazy on just exactly what happens in the final quarter of the story. It is unbelievably weird, going back to a manuscript set aside more than nine years ago, trying to recapture that voice, having no idea what the fuck I was thinking when I wrote it. I've never done anything like this before.*
Also, Spooky delivered five boxes of papers to the John Hay Library. Now, all that remains is for me to sign all the paperwork, the deed of transferal or whatever they are called, and the Caitlín R. Kiernan Archive will be all official like.
Please have a look at the current eBay goodies.
And today, Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird hits the shelves in whatever precious few bookshops and comic shops see fit to carry it. But you're best off ordering directly from Amazon. And I suppose now is as good a time as any to say that I'm going to be doing a four-part, 32-page Alabaster story next year for Dark Horse Presents, serialized over four issues. I'm thinking it will be Maisie and the Bird, no Dancy. She's earned some a rest.
Also, today is the fifteenth anniversary of Firefly and the thirtieth anniversary of This Mortal Coil's Filigree and Shadow.
Last night, we watched all six episodes of the new Amazon/BBC series, Fleabag. Really hilarious, brilliant stuff. Oh, and I leveled Morda Corpsewright, Hamster in a Can, to Level 80. It only took her four years. An Asuran necromancer, she's my third oldest GW2 toon, but for some reason I didn't get serious about leveling her until recently. I now have thirteen Level 80 toons. Instead of a life. Go me.
Time to make the doughnuts.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
* Not true. I did almost exactly the same thing when I finished The Merewife in 2005. (Noted added 8/20/19)