"So I don't mind if they don't understand."
Sunny today and warmer. I could have my office window open all day. It's still open. We made it to 77˚F today, and it's now 56˚F.
I woke up at 5 a.m. with my stomach in an uproar, and I was awake until after six, when I finally got back to sleep and...well, my nightmares, you can read the books, right? I ain't giving it away. Well, not usually.
I needed a day away from the new story, so I was going to spend it on the CEM for The Tindalos Asset, but a few pages into Chapter One I realized the publisher had used the wrong version of the manuscript, so...everyone has to start over. But I am promised it will be fixed, and hopefully we won't lose that wonderful 10.13.20 release date. But when I get the next version of the CEM, it'll have to spend days in the quarantine box, just like the last set did. I can only do what I can do in this train wreck of a year.
But I can do at least that much. And what I can do is not fuck up this new story or the next new story. I can refuse to fall back into that rut of stillness and silence. I can do that.
Tomorrow I have the teledoc. Because it's the future, right? And Friday I talk with my agent (I've begged off twice now). Oh, and there was a good audiobook offer today that I'll reveal when I'm told I can.
Spooky made cupcakes. And not any of those crappy mix-in-a-box, sticky-ass things, but homemade-from-scratch cupcakes, which are great with Nutella. Right now, though, she's groovin' to the oldies with the Sad Kids Club.
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As of tonight, the ADPH has confirmed 5,327 cases of Covid-19 in Alabama, with 700 of those in Jefferson County and 274 in Shelby County. Oh, and Madam Governor Kay Ivey pleasantly surprised me today, by standing up to Georgia and Florida and the rest of the fools who think it's safe to reopen the economy. It'll be safe when the science says it's safe.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:52 p.m.
I woke up at 5 a.m. with my stomach in an uproar, and I was awake until after six, when I finally got back to sleep and...well, my nightmares, you can read the books, right? I ain't giving it away. Well, not usually.
I needed a day away from the new story, so I was going to spend it on the CEM for The Tindalos Asset, but a few pages into Chapter One I realized the publisher had used the wrong version of the manuscript, so...everyone has to start over. But I am promised it will be fixed, and hopefully we won't lose that wonderful 10.13.20 release date. But when I get the next version of the CEM, it'll have to spend days in the quarantine box, just like the last set did. I can only do what I can do in this train wreck of a year.
But I can do at least that much. And what I can do is not fuck up this new story or the next new story. I can refuse to fall back into that rut of stillness and silence. I can do that.
Tomorrow I have the teledoc. Because it's the future, right? And Friday I talk with my agent (I've begged off twice now). Oh, and there was a good audiobook offer today that I'll reveal when I'm told I can.
Spooky made cupcakes. And not any of those crappy mix-in-a-box, sticky-ass things, but homemade-from-scratch cupcakes, which are great with Nutella. Right now, though, she's groovin' to the oldies with the Sad Kids Club.
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As of tonight, the ADPH has confirmed 5,327 cases of Covid-19 in Alabama, with 700 of those in Jefferson County and 274 in Shelby County. Oh, and Madam Governor Kay Ivey pleasantly surprised me today, by standing up to Georgia and Florida and the rest of the fools who think it's safe to reopen the economy. It'll be safe when the science says it's safe.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:52 p.m.