Life Ain't Nothin' But Tiresome Misspelled (apologies to Harlan)
Yeah, so...a little cooler today, and a faint crispness in the air that I take as the first signs of autumn. And Kathryn saw a little white butterfly. My Grandpa Ramey used to say, when you see little white butterflies going down the road, autumn's coming." Our high today was 87F, with a heat index of 89F.
And I'm watching Hurricane Lee now.
I was up at 5 a.m. I did another 1,196 words on "Mons Niloticus," but I also realized it needs a new title. I intend to finish the story and hopefully get the digest out on Saturday. It will not only include this new story, but a somewhat tidied up version of my 1999 story, "Rats Live on No Evil Star." So, two tales in the long overdue June issue.
After the fiction, I spent an hour or so on the pterosaur paper, then decided there's still a lot of reading I need to do before I go farther. I'll do some of it tomorrow, but since I'm also finishing the story early in the a.m. and spening the p.m. at McWane, I doubt I'll get much reading done on Friday. Meanwhile, more encouraging news from Berkeley, which frees up my mind for other things.
Have you preordered Bradbury Weather? I hope you will. This is to my science fiction what Houses Under the Sea was to my HPL mythos fiction. And Living a Boy's Adenture Tale was the most fun I'd had writing in a long time.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:11 p.m.
And I'm watching Hurricane Lee now.
I was up at 5 a.m. I did another 1,196 words on "Mons Niloticus," but I also realized it needs a new title. I intend to finish the story and hopefully get the digest out on Saturday. It will not only include this new story, but a somewhat tidied up version of my 1999 story, "Rats Live on No Evil Star." So, two tales in the long overdue June issue.
After the fiction, I spent an hour or so on the pterosaur paper, then decided there's still a lot of reading I need to do before I go farther. I'll do some of it tomorrow, but since I'm also finishing the story early in the a.m. and spening the p.m. at McWane, I doubt I'll get much reading done on Friday. Meanwhile, more encouraging news from Berkeley, which frees up my mind for other things.
Have you preordered Bradbury Weather? I hope you will. This is to my science fiction what Houses Under the Sea was to my HPL mythos fiction. And Living a Boy's Adenture Tale was the most fun I'd had writing in a long time.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:11 p.m.