"State of the badass art."
Sunny today. That sort of bottomless blue sky that comes here in autumn (and sometimes in spring). Our high was 84F.
Up at about 7:30 a.m., and I managed about 1,100 words on The Night Watchers, then read a paper on pterosaur flight mechanics. Also, there was an urgent email from SubPress, a last-minute editing query for Bradbury Weather (PREORDER NOW!), and there was email with Richard Kirk, who's doing the covers of the forthcoming PS Publishing reissues of three of my collections, and I needed to send "Build Your Houses With Their Backs to the Sea," because it's being considered for the Bram Stoker Award. And that was work.
The afternoon's movie was the director's cut of James Cameron's Aliens (1986).
And today marked the 35th consecutive day I left the apartment, actually went outside. I have not managed anything like that since the autumn of 2021.
Something I posted to Facebook today: The stupidest phrase I have heard in a while: "That was some real cringe."
If you have not, REMEMBER, visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop for new offers on some of my rarer, long out-of-print books! because taxes must be paid.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:58 p.m.
Up at about 7:30 a.m., and I managed about 1,100 words on The Night Watchers, then read a paper on pterosaur flight mechanics. Also, there was an urgent email from SubPress, a last-minute editing query for Bradbury Weather (PREORDER NOW!), and there was email with Richard Kirk, who's doing the covers of the forthcoming PS Publishing reissues of three of my collections, and I needed to send "Build Your Houses With Their Backs to the Sea," because it's being considered for the Bram Stoker Award. And that was work.
The afternoon's movie was the director's cut of James Cameron's Aliens (1986).
And today marked the 35th consecutive day I left the apartment, actually went outside. I have not managed anything like that since the autumn of 2021.
Something I posted to Facebook today: The stupidest phrase I have heard in a while: "That was some real cringe."
If you have not, REMEMBER, visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop for new offers on some of my rarer, long out-of-print books! because taxes must be paid.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:58 p.m.