"Don't look back, them days are gone."
Ugh. Overcast and rainy and windy today. The wind is plucking yellowed leaves from the trees. We actually have "wind advisory" tonight, after flash-flood warnings last night. Currently, it's 62˚F. But cold weather is coming.
After six triumphant weeks, I haven't written anything since the 12th of October. My life has become mired in proofreading, first the galleys for Dear Sweet Filthy World and then the CEM for Agents of Dreamland. I haven't yet finished with either. Today, I'm making a huge fucking push to get through with the collection, and I need to finish with the novella ASAP, as Tor needs my notes yesterday. I need to be writing, not correcting and futzing and dithering. I have two novels and a shit-ton of short stories to write. And I can't risk slipping back into a malaise I've hardly escaped.
All of yesterday went to the CEM for Agents of Dreamland and to being utterly fucking exhausted from the two-day trip. If I'm really going to do this book tour thing in March, I have got to get myself in vastly better physical shape before then.
I have a few photos from the trip. I may have a few more tomorrow. I made the mistake of using the phone for a camera, because it takes wonderful photos, but getting the photos off is annoyingly slow (compared to downloading them from a camera). Anyway, behind the cut, all disorganized.
Our room at the Carlton Arms, the dreaded Hipster Jesus LSD Dungeon.
All photographs Copyright © 2016 by Caitlín R. Kiernan
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
After six triumphant weeks, I haven't written anything since the 12th of October. My life has become mired in proofreading, first the galleys for Dear Sweet Filthy World and then the CEM for Agents of Dreamland. I haven't yet finished with either. Today, I'm making a huge fucking push to get through with the collection, and I need to finish with the novella ASAP, as Tor needs my notes yesterday. I need to be writing, not correcting and futzing and dithering. I have two novels and a shit-ton of short stories to write. And I can't risk slipping back into a malaise I've hardly escaped.
All of yesterday went to the CEM for Agents of Dreamland and to being utterly fucking exhausted from the two-day trip. If I'm really going to do this book tour thing in March, I have got to get myself in vastly better physical shape before then.
I have a few photos from the trip. I may have a few more tomorrow. I made the mistake of using the phone for a camera, because it takes wonderful photos, but getting the photos off is annoyingly slow (compared to downloading them from a camera). Anyway, behind the cut, all disorganized.
Our room at the Carlton Arms, the dreaded Hipster Jesus LSD Dungeon.
All photographs Copyright © 2016 by Caitlín R. Kiernan
TTFN,
Aunt Beast