“When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?” (94)
Another sunny, warm November day. Our high was 78˚F.
This morning, no writing, but I colored monster doodles and sent the final version of Living a Boy's Adventure Tale to Subterranean Press. It will appear as a hardback novella, illustrated by paleoillustrator Steve White and free with the special edition of Bradbury Weather. I also signed a contract for Steve Jones. I need to try and work, and not spend all my mental energy obsessing over the impending apocalypse. I am trying.
I finsihed reading Peter's Shadowland today.
I miss when we could dismiss Elon Musk as a vile little man trying to be a real-life bond villain.
Anyway, somehow I slept at least nine hours last night. I blame a commingled tonic of sleep deprivation, stress, and my flu shot.
Next week, I send my passport in to be renewed (and given a gender neutral designation). This is urgent. The clock is ticking.
Don't forget about the Big Cartel shop.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:36 p.m.
This morning, no writing, but I colored monster doodles and sent the final version of Living a Boy's Adventure Tale to Subterranean Press. It will appear as a hardback novella, illustrated by paleoillustrator Steve White and free with the special edition of Bradbury Weather. I also signed a contract for Steve Jones. I need to try and work, and not spend all my mental energy obsessing over the impending apocalypse. I am trying.
I finsihed reading Peter's Shadowland today.
I miss when we could dismiss Elon Musk as a vile little man trying to be a real-life bond villain.
Anyway, somehow I slept at least nine hours last night. I blame a commingled tonic of sleep deprivation, stress, and my flu shot.
Next week, I send my passport in to be renewed (and given a gender neutral designation). This is urgent. The clock is ticking.
Don't forget about the Big Cartel shop.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:36 p.m.