"Ghosted and deft, you told me I'd misread..."
Overcast this morning, then sunny. Chilly, but not so bad. Our high was 55F.
The morning was spent at the doctor, and it went well, but left me exhausted. I spent the day reading and resting and contacting people and making plans for getting back to work tomorrow. I will (hopefully) have the dentist sometime this week, so that could interrupt plans. But I talked (by phone, email, texting) with my lit agent Merrilee, with Jun at McWane, with Mike P. in faraway Texas (about MP 2.0), and with Bill Schaefer at SubPress. Bases were touched. I assured people I was not dead.
In the morning, I will begin a new story of Sirenia Digest No. 214, "A Nameless Person of Mysterious Origin," a somewhat Ligottiesque thing based on one of Spooky's puppets.
Today. I left the house for the first time since December 31 and for the first time for more than a few seconds since December 7. More than fifty days, a record for me. But that stops, goddamn it. I refuse to live whatever is left of my life shut away.
Anyway, so much money is going out and so little is coming in, we're actually worried about rent and food right now. And the best way you can help is by visiting the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop and buying something, anything. Our spotlight items, at the moment, are Vile Affections and Bradbury Weather/Living a Boy's Adventure Tale. We only have three sets of the latter, so...they won't last long. Both of these come with a FREE COLOUR MONSTER DOODLE. One of a kind. Drawn and colored by me. Much appreciated.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:48 p.m.
The morning was spent at the doctor, and it went well, but left me exhausted. I spent the day reading and resting and contacting people and making plans for getting back to work tomorrow. I will (hopefully) have the dentist sometime this week, so that could interrupt plans. But I talked (by phone, email, texting) with my lit agent Merrilee, with Jun at McWane, with Mike P. in faraway Texas (about MP 2.0), and with Bill Schaefer at SubPress. Bases were touched. I assured people I was not dead.
In the morning, I will begin a new story of Sirenia Digest No. 214, "A Nameless Person of Mysterious Origin," a somewhat Ligottiesque thing based on one of Spooky's puppets.
Today. I left the house for the first time since December 31 and for the first time for more than a few seconds since December 7. More than fifty days, a record for me. But that stops, goddamn it. I refuse to live whatever is left of my life shut away.
Anyway, so much money is going out and so little is coming in, we're actually worried about rent and food right now. And the best way you can help is by visiting the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop and buying something, anything. Our spotlight items, at the moment, are Vile Affections and Bradbury Weather/Living a Boy's Adventure Tale. We only have three sets of the latter, so...they won't last long. Both of these come with a FREE COLOUR MONSTER DOODLE. One of a kind. Drawn and colored by me. Much appreciated.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:48 p.m.