"Light shining from a dead star."
Sunny and hot today. The high was 91˚F, with a heat index of 96˚F.
I can try to make everything sound like any other day. Not like the thread stretched so tightly it's likely to give way at any moment.
Another three hours on MP 1.3, all on the quadrates, and if I can plow through the sections on the splenials and parietal tomorrow, I'll essentially be "finished" with the second mosasaur paper - except the annoying figures that have to be done. Then I can finally get back to fiction...
But it's a lot harder to think clearly right now than it was this time last week.
I'm trying hard to find the right artist for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale. I really want this chapbook to be right. I feel like I so rarely get anything right anymore.
This afternoon I was the last two episodes of Brian Greene's The Fabric of the Cosmos series and then a short documentary of the science of metal. I finished readying Donna Tartt's The Secret History for the second time. I read "Environmental information in a recent bone assemblage: roles of taphonomic processes and ecological change."
I started smoking again today. I lasted two years this time.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. How about a signed and monster-doodled copy of the Subterranean Press edition of Houses Under Sea: Mythos Tales? You know you need it.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:01 p.m.
I can try to make everything sound like any other day. Not like the thread stretched so tightly it's likely to give way at any moment.
Another three hours on MP 1.3, all on the quadrates, and if I can plow through the sections on the splenials and parietal tomorrow, I'll essentially be "finished" with the second mosasaur paper - except the annoying figures that have to be done. Then I can finally get back to fiction...
But it's a lot harder to think clearly right now than it was this time last week.
I'm trying hard to find the right artist for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale. I really want this chapbook to be right. I feel like I so rarely get anything right anymore.
This afternoon I was the last two episodes of Brian Greene's The Fabric of the Cosmos series and then a short documentary of the science of metal. I finished readying Donna Tartt's The Secret History for the second time. I read "Environmental information in a recent bone assemblage: roles of taphonomic processes and ecological change."
I started smoking again today. I lasted two years this time.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. How about a signed and monster-doodled copy of the Subterranean Press edition of Houses Under Sea: Mythos Tales? You know you need it.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:01 p.m.