"I left my heart in the Cambrian. And the Carboniferous."

May 10, 2021 22:00

My heart gets around.

Cooler today and cloudy. Our high was only 74˚F, with the heat index at 75˚F. But no rain, at least.

I was up at 6:30 a.m., after about four hours sleep. I wrote 1,059 words on a new short story I am calling "Strandling," which is being written for an Ellen Datlow anthology. It's been almost three years since I have tried to write a piece of fiction for anyone but myself. I am my ideal audience. I have trouble with most everyone else. Anyway, then, after coffee, I spent an hour dusting about an eighth of this dusty office, this space that is presently serving double duty as prep lab and writer's office.

I learned from Jun Ebersole it will be July before I can return to McWane, and that was kind of a bummer. But he's bringing me more Pleistocene cave matrix, and there's Winifred, and the Secret Project. There is another paleontological matter I am anxious to work on, and I am currently waiting on an important email to tell me if I have the green light on that.

There was email today with Jun (as I said), and with Vince Locke (illustrations for Vile Affections), and with Paula Guran (a very late "Year's Best" contract I signed in March, but had not yet mailed), and...the other matter that is making me anxious, it got an email, too.

That was pretty much today. I had a ham and turkey sandwich for dinner. Cornflakes for breakfast. Not much else to eat today.

And yes, this is my 57th wretched birthday month, fifty-seven trips around the sun, and yes, you may have a link to my Amazon wish list. Gifts are distractions, and distractions keep me functional.

Later Kittens,
Aunt Beast



4:36 p.m.

cooler weather, may, jvp, jun ebersole, turtles, birthdays, paula guran, paleontology, "strandling", vile affections, vince locke, computer stuff, gifts, anxiety, readers, mcwane, ellen datlow, not enough sleep, secrets, pleistocene, mosasaurs, disappointment

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