"And I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders."
Not terribly awake yet, but the morning is slipping away from me. It's snowing. Quite a lot of snow has fallen, really, piling up on the roofs and power lines and trees, but melting as soon as it hits the roads and sidewalks and driveways. Which is a good thing, but unusual for Providence. Currently, we have 30˚ of Fahrenheit, with the windchill at 25˚F.
Last night's reading at the Savoy Bookshop in Westerly went very well, Stop #2 on the "Fungus Among Us" Agents of Dreamland tour. The bookshop itself is gorgeous, and there are tiny doors for tiny fairy mice, and children with names like Harper and Lennox leave notes for the fairy mice, and Spooky and I will be going back soon so that we actually have time to look at the place. I'll post some photos of the shop and reading tomorrow. Today, I'm just not up to all that editing. I read chapters 2 and 3 (they're short chapters), and I talked a long, long time about everything from the novella to paleontology to comics. Afterwards, I signed a lot of books. My thanks to my hosts, especially Elissa Englund, and to the very charming C.S.E. Cooney, who interviewed me (and whose short fiction collection, Bone Swans, won the World Fantasy Award for Best Collection). Spooky and I got back to Providence about 10 p.m. It's amusing that one can drive literally from one end of Rhode Island to the other in an hour.
Day before yesterday, Kathryn went over to the East Side to deliver the signature pages for Joshi's Nightmare's Realm to Jonathan Thomas, and he delivered to her the bad, sad, and alarming news that Paper Nautilus (nee Myopic Books) has lost its lease, after almost 21 years at that location. No explanation; the lease was just yanked. This is happening a lot in Providence. It's sort of devastating. Kathryn and I have been customers since 2008.
It's getting late, and I need to work. So, see you tomorrow, kittens. Oh, but I do have a new review of Agents of Dreamland.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast
Last night's reading at the Savoy Bookshop in Westerly went very well, Stop #2 on the "Fungus Among Us" Agents of Dreamland tour. The bookshop itself is gorgeous, and there are tiny doors for tiny fairy mice, and children with names like Harper and Lennox leave notes for the fairy mice, and Spooky and I will be going back soon so that we actually have time to look at the place. I'll post some photos of the shop and reading tomorrow. Today, I'm just not up to all that editing. I read chapters 2 and 3 (they're short chapters), and I talked a long, long time about everything from the novella to paleontology to comics. Afterwards, I signed a lot of books. My thanks to my hosts, especially Elissa Englund, and to the very charming C.S.E. Cooney, who interviewed me (and whose short fiction collection, Bone Swans, won the World Fantasy Award for Best Collection). Spooky and I got back to Providence about 10 p.m. It's amusing that one can drive literally from one end of Rhode Island to the other in an hour.
Day before yesterday, Kathryn went over to the East Side to deliver the signature pages for Joshi's Nightmare's Realm to Jonathan Thomas, and he delivered to her the bad, sad, and alarming news that Paper Nautilus (nee Myopic Books) has lost its lease, after almost 21 years at that location. No explanation; the lease was just yanked. This is happening a lot in Providence. It's sort of devastating. Kathryn and I have been customers since 2008.
It's getting late, and I need to work. So, see you tomorrow, kittens. Oh, but I do have a new review of Agents of Dreamland.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast