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A bit warmer today, but very low humidty. Our high was 87F.
I was up at 6:30 a.m., and I began a piece I've been trying to get started for days. I'm calling it "Footnote to Ovid," though that might be a working title, and it will feature in Sirenia Digest 211. Then I spent some time being utterly flustered at my recent lack of progress on The Night Watchers.
I finished reading James S.A. Corey's Leviathan Wakes and began the second book, Caliban's War. This isn't terribly good writing, only soundly mediocre, but sometimes soundly mediocre can be quite enjoyable, and these books are much better than anything Andy Weir has written (sorry, I really hate that guy). That said, it was weird learning that there is no James S.A. Corey, that it is pseudonym for two men who write as a team. Which helps explain the unremarkable, servivceable writing. What a weird arrangment that must be. But they've made a shit ton of dough off these books, which I'll never do, so more power to them.
This afternoon I watched a couple of the sort of rock climbing/mountaineering documentaries I never tire of seeing.
So, back to Dreaming Squid Sundries. Some more new stuff up. Kathryn has put a copy of The Dry Salvages, the original SubPress printing from 2004, with the chapbook that came free with. The book alone with rare; the chabook is very, very rare. Also, we have 20% off The Variegated Alphabet, for a loimited time.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:02 p.m.
I was up at 6:30 a.m., and I began a piece I've been trying to get started for days. I'm calling it "Footnote to Ovid," though that might be a working title, and it will feature in Sirenia Digest 211. Then I spent some time being utterly flustered at my recent lack of progress on The Night Watchers.
I finished reading James S.A. Corey's Leviathan Wakes and began the second book, Caliban's War. This isn't terribly good writing, only soundly mediocre, but sometimes soundly mediocre can be quite enjoyable, and these books are much better than anything Andy Weir has written (sorry, I really hate that guy). That said, it was weird learning that there is no James S.A. Corey, that it is pseudonym for two men who write as a team. Which helps explain the unremarkable, servivceable writing. What a weird arrangment that must be. But they've made a shit ton of dough off these books, which I'll never do, so more power to them.
This afternoon I watched a couple of the sort of rock climbing/mountaineering documentaries I never tire of seeing.
So, back to Dreaming Squid Sundries. Some more new stuff up. Kathryn has put a copy of The Dry Salvages, the original SubPress printing from 2004, with the chapbook that came free with. The book alone with rare; the chabook is very, very rare. Also, we have 20% off The Variegated Alphabet, for a loimited time.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:02 p.m.