The Blog That Time Forgot (apologies to ERB)
In the space of one email, a day can go to hell.
Sunny today, the sky the too-blue of autumn, the air dry. But warm. Our high was 89F.
I got up at 5:30 a.m. to work - one of only two sane reasons I can imagine doing such a damn fool thing, the other being insomnia - then promptly discovered I was neither ready to begin another new story nor work on The Night Watchers. And there was no getting back to sleep. So, yeah...that was fun.
I forgot to mention that I'd finished "James S.A. Corey's" Caliban's War day before yesterday and begun their (in the original plural sense) Abaddon's Gate. I honestly don't know if the books are getting worse (each one seems less interesting, and there are nine of the things), or if I'm just losing my patience with the mediocity. It doesn't help that I keep think of all the good nonfiction I could be reading.
So, all that kerfuffle I started on FB about getting more readers for this blog, it's become exaspterting, between the people who think I should take on some new social media platform and those who find it simply too much trouble to click the links I post every day on FB and read the entry here. The Substack thing, still a maybe. But, frankly, without a tech person here to handle audio and visual (I have zero ability and Kathryn is simply too busy), plus the knowledge I would only be creating something else that could be pirated, and eventually by AI (at least it currently has almost no access to my voice)...I'm quickly losing interest in Substack, as well. Just more work.
I worked on Winifred some this afternoon. The zen of prep.
Please visit the shop. There are still a lot of books. Thank you. Taxes. Vet bills. Rent.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:50 p.m.
Sunny today, the sky the too-blue of autumn, the air dry. But warm. Our high was 89F.
I got up at 5:30 a.m. to work - one of only two sane reasons I can imagine doing such a damn fool thing, the other being insomnia - then promptly discovered I was neither ready to begin another new story nor work on The Night Watchers. And there was no getting back to sleep. So, yeah...that was fun.
I forgot to mention that I'd finished "James S.A. Corey's" Caliban's War day before yesterday and begun their (in the original plural sense) Abaddon's Gate. I honestly don't know if the books are getting worse (each one seems less interesting, and there are nine of the things), or if I'm just losing my patience with the mediocity. It doesn't help that I keep think of all the good nonfiction I could be reading.
So, all that kerfuffle I started on FB about getting more readers for this blog, it's become exaspterting, between the people who think I should take on some new social media platform and those who find it simply too much trouble to click the links I post every day on FB and read the entry here. The Substack thing, still a maybe. But, frankly, without a tech person here to handle audio and visual (I have zero ability and Kathryn is simply too busy), plus the knowledge I would only be creating something else that could be pirated, and eventually by AI (at least it currently has almost no access to my voice)...I'm quickly losing interest in Substack, as well. Just more work.
I worked on Winifred some this afternoon. The zen of prep.
Please visit the shop. There are still a lot of books. Thank you. Taxes. Vet bills. Rent.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:50 p.m.