The Ugliness of Now (213)
It's March already. Some sun today, but it was mostly clouds. Our high was 77˚F.
I got up at 7:45 and proceeded to write almost 1,500 words on a new story. There was an email from my agent, about some publisher sending me a novel, even though I declined to blurb it.
Lots more Ligotti today: I read "The Music of the Moon," "The Journal of Dr. Drapeau," and "Vastarian," finishing Songs of a Dead Dreamer. I read "The Last Feast of Harlequin," beginning Grimscribe. I'm going through these much more rapidly than I'd intended.
Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon was released fifty years ago today.
You know, do not do everything in your power to make someone perceive you as their enemy, then turn around and condemn them for behaving like you're an enemy. That shit you bring on yourselves.
And, sorta speaking of politics, I went to all the trouble to set up a Discord for my readers (I will not do them the disservice of calling them "fans"), had everything ready to go, just press the big red button...when it occurred to me that all I was doing was creating a forum that would quickly drown beneath arguments and hurt feelings, trolling and shit stirring, so I killed it. My apologies to the people who were really looking forward to it. So was I. But this is not the nineties, when I last ran these things. Since then, we have forgotten all civility in discourse.
Honest, there's nothing quiet as entirely despicable as the so-called "anti-work" movement, in all its various guises - simple laziness, a cock-eyed sorta inverted Marxism, narcissistic self interest, and entitlement run utterly amuck. I know this was, in part, triggered by the unavoidable COVID-19 lockdowns, which makes it doubly tragic. But yeah, for anyone who still thinks the American welfare state is working, well, look not farther than this insanity. "Welfare for everyone." No, really. "If I can't get ahead and at least be middle class, why even bother?"
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
7:47 a.m.
I got up at 7:45 and proceeded to write almost 1,500 words on a new story. There was an email from my agent, about some publisher sending me a novel, even though I declined to blurb it.
Lots more Ligotti today: I read "The Music of the Moon," "The Journal of Dr. Drapeau," and "Vastarian," finishing Songs of a Dead Dreamer. I read "The Last Feast of Harlequin," beginning Grimscribe. I'm going through these much more rapidly than I'd intended.
Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon was released fifty years ago today.
You know, do not do everything in your power to make someone perceive you as their enemy, then turn around and condemn them for behaving like you're an enemy. That shit you bring on yourselves.
And, sorta speaking of politics, I went to all the trouble to set up a Discord for my readers (I will not do them the disservice of calling them "fans"), had everything ready to go, just press the big red button...when it occurred to me that all I was doing was creating a forum that would quickly drown beneath arguments and hurt feelings, trolling and shit stirring, so I killed it. My apologies to the people who were really looking forward to it. So was I. But this is not the nineties, when I last ran these things. Since then, we have forgotten all civility in discourse.
Honest, there's nothing quiet as entirely despicable as the so-called "anti-work" movement, in all its various guises - simple laziness, a cock-eyed sorta inverted Marxism, narcissistic self interest, and entitlement run utterly amuck. I know this was, in part, triggered by the unavoidable COVID-19 lockdowns, which makes it doubly tragic. But yeah, for anyone who still thinks the American welfare state is working, well, look not farther than this insanity. "Welfare for everyone." No, really. "If I can't get ahead and at least be middle class, why even bother?"
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
7:47 a.m.