"...where the speechless unite in a silent accord." (100)
Yet another very warm day. Sunny, and our high was 84˚F. But tomorrow is supposed to be significantly cooler. Yeah, I like warm weather, but I don't like constant reminders of how badly we've broken the planet.
Despite my anxiety over the election, I did have a productive day. I think the work was a defense mechanism (as it often has been). I made some progress on "The Authentic Life of the Eyeball Kid," the fifth section of the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. I hope to finish that section tomorrow. I did a bunch of work organizing the images for MP2, so I could present it all to Jun Ebersole today. I had to be at McWane at 3 p.m. to meet with him about the paper (I didn't make it until 3:30, go me). It was a very good meeting, and the illustrations should be done soon. We left McWane about 5:30, and I was shocked to see it was dark outside. It sneaks up on me, the shorter days. Oh, and Merrilee wrote to tell me we had an offer for a new French edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, so that was a little unexpected money from the sky.
Beginning next week, I will have regular hours again at McWane for the first time since March 2020 and the advent of COVID-19.
This evening, I am trying not to give voice to my dread.
Please visit the Big Cartel shop. Good stuff.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:10 p.m.
Despite my anxiety over the election, I did have a productive day. I think the work was a defense mechanism (as it often has been). I made some progress on "The Authentic Life of the Eyeball Kid," the fifth section of the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. I hope to finish that section tomorrow. I did a bunch of work organizing the images for MP2, so I could present it all to Jun Ebersole today. I had to be at McWane at 3 p.m. to meet with him about the paper (I didn't make it until 3:30, go me). It was a very good meeting, and the illustrations should be done soon. We left McWane about 5:30, and I was shocked to see it was dark outside. It sneaks up on me, the shorter days. Oh, and Merrilee wrote to tell me we had an offer for a new French edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, so that was a little unexpected money from the sky.
Beginning next week, I will have regular hours again at McWane for the first time since March 2020 and the advent of COVID-19.
This evening, I am trying not to give voice to my dread.
Please visit the Big Cartel shop. Good stuff.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:10 p.m.