A much nicer day today. Sunny, and our high was 65˚F
Though I somehow overslept and didn't wake until 7:30, I still managed to finish "Crotalus" this morning. I did 1,575 words, bringing the total length of the story to 9,872 words. The longest thing I've written since Living a Boy's Adventure Tale last May. I'm going to try to get the line edits done early tomorrow and then get Sirenia Digest No. 104 out by the evening. Oh, the story turned out to be one of the murder ballads, "Crotalus (Murder Ballad No. 13)."
I'm doing Star Wars films all week. Today was J.J. Abrams' (2015). I would love this film close to unconditionally were it not for John Boyega's weird acting.
I have a long quote that I would like the share:
...at the heart of which attitude lies the strange retributive instinct of our times toward the past, which suggests that we know ourselves to be better than people in history because we know how they behaved and we know that we would have behaved better. There is a gigantic modern fallacy at work here, for of course people only think that they would have acted better in history, because they know how history ended up. People in history didn't and don't have that luxury. They made good or bad choices in the times and places they were in, given the situations and shibboleths they found themselves with. To view the past with some degree of forgiveness is, among other things, an early request to be forgiven, or at least understood, in turn. Because not everything we are doing or intend to do now will necessarily survive this whirlwind of retribution and judgment.
Today Peter Gabriel turned 73 years old.
Please have a look at the
Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Good stuff, if you like my writing and/or Spooky's tie-dying.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:26 p.m.