"We're world eaters." (59)
Autumn is here, I think. I don't mean calendar autumn, but actual autumn. We've had wild fire warnings the past two days. Our high today was only 74˚F. This weather makes Kathryn happy.
I'm watching the news from Florida, watching the beauty and the horror of Nature. There cannot be one without the other. Meteorologists are saying Hurricane Ian may prove to be the 5th most powerful hurricane on record to make landfall in the USA and tie for 4th place as for as those that have struck Florida. Chris sent me photos of Tampa Bay sucked dry by the storm ("negative storm surge"), and I watched footage of the drowning of Ft. Myers.
I began a new short story this morning, "Trading Cards," which I hope will be featured in the (now late) Sirenia Digest 200. See, I told you I'd talk about writing. I have another idea I'm not yet ready to discuss, but it'll be my next story after "Trading Cards." It's good to be writing again, after giving the still unfinished MP (all versions) most of my energy since mid June. Oh, and on Facebook I asked, yesterday:
Looking back over more than two decades of blogging and all my handwritten journals, plus memories that go back to age 3 (and then some), I find myself wondering if anyone would be interested if I were to write an autobiography.
To my surprise, there was actually a lot of interest. I added:
One of the BIG challenges to writing an autobiography, faced by anyone approaching such a project, is that you're gonna be writing about people who are still alive. In my case, quite a lot of people, and there's no way to avoid that, and the stories would not always be flattering. Then again, same for the stories about myself, and I would not pretty up my own deeds.
Some very good progress on Winifred today.
The afternoon's film was James Gray's superb Ad Astra (2019). It comes as near to Apocalypse Now in space as anyone could manage, I think. I also think it's one of Brad Pitt's better performances.
Okay, I should go have dinner. But please take a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky's put up a copy of the lavish and very rare Centipede Press edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales (2018).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:28 p.m. (day before yesterday)
I'm watching the news from Florida, watching the beauty and the horror of Nature. There cannot be one without the other. Meteorologists are saying Hurricane Ian may prove to be the 5th most powerful hurricane on record to make landfall in the USA and tie for 4th place as for as those that have struck Florida. Chris sent me photos of Tampa Bay sucked dry by the storm ("negative storm surge"), and I watched footage of the drowning of Ft. Myers.
I began a new short story this morning, "Trading Cards," which I hope will be featured in the (now late) Sirenia Digest 200. See, I told you I'd talk about writing. I have another idea I'm not yet ready to discuss, but it'll be my next story after "Trading Cards." It's good to be writing again, after giving the still unfinished MP (all versions) most of my energy since mid June. Oh, and on Facebook I asked, yesterday:
Looking back over more than two decades of blogging and all my handwritten journals, plus memories that go back to age 3 (and then some), I find myself wondering if anyone would be interested if I were to write an autobiography.
To my surprise, there was actually a lot of interest. I added:
One of the BIG challenges to writing an autobiography, faced by anyone approaching such a project, is that you're gonna be writing about people who are still alive. In my case, quite a lot of people, and there's no way to avoid that, and the stories would not always be flattering. Then again, same for the stories about myself, and I would not pretty up my own deeds.
Some very good progress on Winifred today.
The afternoon's film was James Gray's superb Ad Astra (2019). It comes as near to Apocalypse Now in space as anyone could manage, I think. I also think it's one of Brad Pitt's better performances.
Okay, I should go have dinner. But please take a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky's put up a copy of the lavish and very rare Centipede Press edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales (2018).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:28 p.m. (day before yesterday)