"Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire."
Our high today was 66˚F. It is currently 65˚F and sunny.
A spent a chunk of the day signing the signature pages of the second edition of From Weird and Distant Shores, but I did not get very far. There was a time I could (and did) sign 1,500 sheets in two or three hours. Now it takes two days to do 600 ( have grown to hate signature sheets). Photo below, featuring the beautiful artwork of Bob Eggleton.
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I have some stuff from Facebook last night, and I may as well put it down for the record:
"The time has come. I am going to spend the next year or so figuring out how to get Kathryn and myself safely out of the rapidly devolving nightmare that America has become. Likely, I will go alone, first, and set things in motion. Hopefully, we will land on our feet in Europe, and hopefully someday we will be able to come home to America. The first step is getting Kathryn back to New England, which should be safe at least a little while post 2024. Truthfully, we should have left in 2016. Homesickness made me stupid."
~ and ~
"Lots of kindly and thoughtful advice on the leaving-the-US-before-2024 problem, but then there are those people who seem to think I'm talking about some sort of vacation or something. I'm talking about a world where many Americans are going to become refugees. I'm talking about survival."
~ and ~
"I usually post a bit of Norman Rockwell or something of the sort on Veterans Day. This year the best I can manage is to remark on how pointless and sad it seems that some 429,577 US soldiers died in WWII fighting Nazi and Japanese fascism, when less than eight decades later we'd be looking at the probability that America will soon fall to fascism anyway, of a homegrown variety."
~ and, from this morning ~
"On the one hand, I woke this morning slightly embarrassed at publicly airing my plans to get the hell out of the US ASAP. On the other, no one, out of quite a startling lot of people, told me I was hysterical for believing that our democracy is on its last ropes and an American fascist regime is eminent."
And today Kathryn and I formulated a feasible three-step plan, which will remain a secret from everyone but our parents and closest friends, until such time (assuming that time comes) that it has to be put into effect. I think paranoia is pretty fucking healthy right now.
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My thanks to the reader to contacted me today from Uruguay to tell me how much he loved The Drowning Girl and "The Steam Dancer." It helped.
Right now, I need to know there are people outside the ruins of America who appreciate my writing.
Oh, eBay. Because my books are still legal in America, for now. And we need need money.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:43 a.m.
A spent a chunk of the day signing the signature pages of the second edition of From Weird and Distant Shores, but I did not get very far. There was a time I could (and did) sign 1,500 sheets in two or three hours. Now it takes two days to do 600 ( have grown to hate signature sheets). Photo below, featuring the beautiful artwork of Bob Eggleton.
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I have some stuff from Facebook last night, and I may as well put it down for the record:
"The time has come. I am going to spend the next year or so figuring out how to get Kathryn and myself safely out of the rapidly devolving nightmare that America has become. Likely, I will go alone, first, and set things in motion. Hopefully, we will land on our feet in Europe, and hopefully someday we will be able to come home to America. The first step is getting Kathryn back to New England, which should be safe at least a little while post 2024. Truthfully, we should have left in 2016. Homesickness made me stupid."
~ and ~
"Lots of kindly and thoughtful advice on the leaving-the-US-before-2024 problem, but then there are those people who seem to think I'm talking about some sort of vacation or something. I'm talking about a world where many Americans are going to become refugees. I'm talking about survival."
~ and ~
"I usually post a bit of Norman Rockwell or something of the sort on Veterans Day. This year the best I can manage is to remark on how pointless and sad it seems that some 429,577 US soldiers died in WWII fighting Nazi and Japanese fascism, when less than eight decades later we'd be looking at the probability that America will soon fall to fascism anyway, of a homegrown variety."
~ and, from this morning ~
"On the one hand, I woke this morning slightly embarrassed at publicly airing my plans to get the hell out of the US ASAP. On the other, no one, out of quite a startling lot of people, told me I was hysterical for believing that our democracy is on its last ropes and an American fascist regime is eminent."
And today Kathryn and I formulated a feasible three-step plan, which will remain a secret from everyone but our parents and closest friends, until such time (assuming that time comes) that it has to be put into effect. I think paranoia is pretty fucking healthy right now.
----
My thanks to the reader to contacted me today from Uruguay to tell me how much he loved The Drowning Girl and "The Steam Dancer." It helped.
Right now, I need to know there are people outside the ruins of America who appreciate my writing.
Oh, eBay. Because my books are still legal in America, for now. And we need need money.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:43 a.m.