Loose Ends
Another warm day. Indian Summer is back for sure. The high was 77F.
Last night, instead of going to bed when Kathryn did, I waited about half an hour and then wrote the fifth interlude for The Night Watchers. It came to 1,265, oddly the same word count from the night before. I think I got to bed about 2 a.m. My 2 a.m., which is the same as EST 2 a.m. I was up at 6:44 a.m., and at 7:15 I began proofing and correting last night's pages. Now, this cannot keep up. I'm hardly sleeping, and I am beginning to feel it. But I am terrified of messing with this...whatever it is. And I love having the days free for GUILT-FREE paloe'.
Today, for example, when the editing was done, I headed to McWane and packed up the holotype of Ectenosaurus shannoni, which I have to return to Tuscaloosa on the 15th (when I pick up a new specimen to bring back to McWane for my next paper). The subject of MP 2.0. And then I got a sediment sample from Jun that I'm going to sort through, because that sort of paleo' work is sorta zen for me. This sample is from a famous outcropping of the early Eocene-age Bashi Marl (about 60-55 Ma) in southeastern Mississippi. The locality has yielded mammals, reptiles, sharks, bony fish, and a whole host of invertebrtaes, so it'll be fun. Thank you, Jun.
Oh, and I took back the enormous amount of Pleistocene cave material I'd sorted and identified for McWane.
But I am not sleeping enough. Or eating much.
By the way, there's this interview with John Langan where the interviewer acknowledges that I am the source of the phrase "the wide carnivorous sky," and then Langan says very nice things about me, but never admits to borrowing the phrase. I can't help but contemplate what Harlan would do. Haralan, beautiful beast that he was, was not bound by my ethical baggage and delusions.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. New books are up, and we'll have those Vile Affections (an sale) up very soon.
Later Tater Bugs,
Aunt Beast
11:37 a.m.
Last night, instead of going to bed when Kathryn did, I waited about half an hour and then wrote the fifth interlude for The Night Watchers. It came to 1,265, oddly the same word count from the night before. I think I got to bed about 2 a.m. My 2 a.m., which is the same as EST 2 a.m. I was up at 6:44 a.m., and at 7:15 I began proofing and correting last night's pages. Now, this cannot keep up. I'm hardly sleeping, and I am beginning to feel it. But I am terrified of messing with this...whatever it is. And I love having the days free for GUILT-FREE paloe'.
Today, for example, when the editing was done, I headed to McWane and packed up the holotype of Ectenosaurus shannoni, which I have to return to Tuscaloosa on the 15th (when I pick up a new specimen to bring back to McWane for my next paper). The subject of MP 2.0. And then I got a sediment sample from Jun that I'm going to sort through, because that sort of paleo' work is sorta zen for me. This sample is from a famous outcropping of the early Eocene-age Bashi Marl (about 60-55 Ma) in southeastern Mississippi. The locality has yielded mammals, reptiles, sharks, bony fish, and a whole host of invertebrtaes, so it'll be fun. Thank you, Jun.
Oh, and I took back the enormous amount of Pleistocene cave material I'd sorted and identified for McWane.
But I am not sleeping enough. Or eating much.
By the way, there's this interview with John Langan where the interviewer acknowledges that I am the source of the phrase "the wide carnivorous sky," and then Langan says very nice things about me, but never admits to borrowing the phrase. I can't help but contemplate what Harlan would do. Haralan, beautiful beast that he was, was not bound by my ethical baggage and delusions.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. New books are up, and we'll have those Vile Affections (an sale) up very soon.
Later Tater Bugs,
Aunt Beast
11:37 a.m.