"A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe."
Sunny today. Our high was 86˚F.
I was suddenly awake at 4:44 a.m., with a bit of wording for MP1 that has been giving me fits suddenly worked out. I tried hard to get back to sleep, but by 5 a.m. it was clear that was not going to happen. I was wide fucking awake, so...I went to work. For the next four hours I worked on MP1 (the first of the two mosasaur papers I'm currently writing solo, ergo MP1), finishing the section of the frontal and completely rewriting the introduction. And that was my morning. If I work really fucking hard, I might have a first draft of this paper done by the end of June.
I hate watching sunrise.
This afternoon, well I was too tired to much more than read, and I was really too sleepy even for that.
Hey, there's some cool new stuff up in the Big Cartel shop, including Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold (SubPress, 2003), Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales (the Subpress editon, 2019), and the "Mercury" chapbook (SubPress, 2004). I will, of course, sign and personalize all books, and, if you wish, I'll draw monster doodles.
Last night, we watched the first three episodes of The Essex Serpent (AppleTV), with Tom Hiddleston and Claire Danes. I'm liking it a lot. Victorian paleontology, cryptozoology, superstition and ignorance and creepy Xtianity that's not too far removed from paganisn. Good solid folk horror. We'd have watched more, but I was falling asleep. Hopefully tonight I will actually manage to sleep until at least 6:30 or 7 a.m. This mosasaur has waited since the Campanian stage of the Late Cretaceous. It can wait a little longer.
Oh, the photograph. I tried to take one of all the shit on my filing cabinet, but I was too sleepy to hold the camera still. So, you know...that's what it actually looked like to me.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:09 a.m.
I was suddenly awake at 4:44 a.m., with a bit of wording for MP1 that has been giving me fits suddenly worked out. I tried hard to get back to sleep, but by 5 a.m. it was clear that was not going to happen. I was wide fucking awake, so...I went to work. For the next four hours I worked on MP1 (the first of the two mosasaur papers I'm currently writing solo, ergo MP1), finishing the section of the frontal and completely rewriting the introduction. And that was my morning. If I work really fucking hard, I might have a first draft of this paper done by the end of June.
I hate watching sunrise.
This afternoon, well I was too tired to much more than read, and I was really too sleepy even for that.
Hey, there's some cool new stuff up in the Big Cartel shop, including Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold (SubPress, 2003), Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales (the Subpress editon, 2019), and the "Mercury" chapbook (SubPress, 2004). I will, of course, sign and personalize all books, and, if you wish, I'll draw monster doodles.
Last night, we watched the first three episodes of The Essex Serpent (AppleTV), with Tom Hiddleston and Claire Danes. I'm liking it a lot. Victorian paleontology, cryptozoology, superstition and ignorance and creepy Xtianity that's not too far removed from paganisn. Good solid folk horror. We'd have watched more, but I was falling asleep. Hopefully tonight I will actually manage to sleep until at least 6:30 or 7 a.m. This mosasaur has waited since the Campanian stage of the Late Cretaceous. It can wait a little longer.
Oh, the photograph. I tried to take one of all the shit on my filing cabinet, but I was too sleepy to hold the camera still. So, you know...that's what it actually looked like to me.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:09 a.m.