"And the fog comes up from the sewers and glows in the dark."
Sunny and a little warmer today, but it's still unseasonably cool here. We made it to 73˚F, I think. It's currently 57˚F.
I can say two good things about today: 1) I went outside and this time went the farthest from the house than I've been since April 18th, all the way to Walgreens (yes, I wore my mask). And finished the re-read of Jeff VanderMeer's Acceptance, completing his Southern Reach Trilogy.
And seriously, these are three of the most beautiful, brilliant, devastating weird novels ever to grace weird fiction, and if I am lucky I will one day write a book as good as any one of these three. Don't nobody tell Jeff I said that, because everyone KNOWS I hate ALL contemporary weird fiction (no, I don't), but if you have not yet read these books...do so.
Spooky told me that Richard Sala died.
I'm not really having insomnia, I'm just not sleeping enough. Five or six hours a night, but no more, and I could really use a few solid eight hour nights.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:16 p.m.
I can say two good things about today: 1) I went outside and this time went the farthest from the house than I've been since April 18th, all the way to Walgreens (yes, I wore my mask). And finished the re-read of Jeff VanderMeer's Acceptance, completing his Southern Reach Trilogy.
And seriously, these are three of the most beautiful, brilliant, devastating weird novels ever to grace weird fiction, and if I am lucky I will one day write a book as good as any one of these three. Don't nobody tell Jeff I said that, because everyone KNOWS I hate ALL contemporary weird fiction (no, I don't), but if you have not yet read these books...do so.
Spooky told me that Richard Sala died.
I'm not really having insomnia, I'm just not sleeping enough. Five or six hours a night, but no more, and I could really use a few solid eight hour nights.
Later,
Aunt Beast
4:16 p.m.