We were supposed to see sun today, but the entire morning and afternoon were heavily overcast. Our high was 49˚F, which is the current temperature.
This morning I shelved "Nature is a Language" and began a different story, no title yet, and wrote 1,072 words. I think this one has more potential, and I desperately want to to see two more issues of Sirenia Digest go out before year's end.
So, at least I worked.
Something I posted to Facebook yesterday: Honestly, I have reached the point where I'd hire a ghost writer, only I can't afford it. Early in my career I made a lot of money as a ghostwriter. I could mimic almost any voice. You'd be surprised, the folks I worked for.
This afternoon, I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark (1982), which has held up amazingly well, mostly, I think, thanks to Lawrence Kasdan's screenplay.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:25 p.m.