"And I look up to the sky..."
Sunny and very warm today. Our high was 89˚F, with the heat index at 91˚F.
Good news today regarding Bradbury Weather, the forthcoming Subterranean Press collection that will gather into one volume almost all my science fiction. This also affects "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale." But I'm gonna leave the details TBA until Bill Schafer says I should make an official announcement. But it looks like I'm going to be spending June writing the first draft of MP1 and editing this monster of a manuscript. A conservative estimate of the book's length is some 240k words of short fiction. A huge book. A huge editing job.
Meanwhile....
Majorie Taylor Greene, who really is working hard to be perceived as the craziest woman alive, warns the world that straight and cisgendered people are in imminent danger of extinction.
This is why I don't talk about politics here anymore. Well, one of the reasons. We have reached a level of surreal idiocy that leaves me too baffled to even compose a coherent reply.
Last night we watched four episodes of the second season of Gentleman Jack. I am so glad we finally got a second season. Season One of the wonderful series was way the hell back in 2019, pre-COVID.
This afternoon's comfort movie was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015).
Please have a look at the Big cartel shop, and thanks to everyone who's bought something from it. It's helped enormously.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:50 a.m.
Good news today regarding Bradbury Weather, the forthcoming Subterranean Press collection that will gather into one volume almost all my science fiction. This also affects "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale." But I'm gonna leave the details TBA until Bill Schafer says I should make an official announcement. But it looks like I'm going to be spending June writing the first draft of MP1 and editing this monster of a manuscript. A conservative estimate of the book's length is some 240k words of short fiction. A huge book. A huge editing job.
Meanwhile....
Majorie Taylor Greene, who really is working hard to be perceived as the craziest woman alive, warns the world that straight and cisgendered people are in imminent danger of extinction.
This is why I don't talk about politics here anymore. Well, one of the reasons. We have reached a level of surreal idiocy that leaves me too baffled to even compose a coherent reply.
Last night we watched four episodes of the second season of Gentleman Jack. I am so glad we finally got a second season. Season One of the wonderful series was way the hell back in 2019, pre-COVID.
This afternoon's comfort movie was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015).
Please have a look at the Big cartel shop, and thanks to everyone who's bought something from it. It's helped enormously.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:50 a.m.