"To dramatically overreact."
Bright, sunny, and not exactly warm today. Our high was only 58F, after a low of 27F.
And I'm losing patience, I admit, with the healing. I'm doing fine, except that by two or three in the afteroon I'm fighting to stay awake. But i'm almost done with the antibiotics, and my mouth is looking much better. Pain's not too bad. I'm just exhausted. That said....
Today I spent about three and a half hours and proofread/line edited over one hundred words of what (I am told I can now tell you) is to be my next short-story collection, Bright Dead Star, due out in 2025 from Subterranean Press. There will also be a sequel to Living a Boy's Adventure Tale, as yet untitled. So, secret's out. I've read over all the stories. Now, I have to type in the corrections, write afterwords for each, and an introduction for the book. And write the novella, of course. This means I have paused work on The Night Watchers so I can get this taken care of. Though, before I begin the novella, I have to catch up on Sirenia Digest. Apologies to subscribers. Those issues are coming.
Akso, apologies to people waiting of copies of Vile Affections. All those monster doodles are drawn, and I've begun coloring them. We'll start shipping books out early next week. The reasons for the delay are probably obvious.
God, fuck, what else?
I got in an hour on the Bashi Marl matrix, because I needed to do something to decompress from the line editing, which always drives me nuts.
The afterboon's film, which I barely stayed awake through, was Denis Villeneuve's Sicario (2015).
I'm going to watch True Detective: Night Country all the way through again, hopefully in a single sitting (only six episodes), before I post my thoughts. But I will say that that last episode addressed some of my worries, and I loved Jodie Foster (as I usually do).
Yeah, I'm gonna eat and rest. I leave you with a photo of the bluff of Carboniferous sandstone out back, and a very, very blue sky.
Later Tater Beans,
Aut Beast
12:35 p.m.
And I'm losing patience, I admit, with the healing. I'm doing fine, except that by two or three in the afteroon I'm fighting to stay awake. But i'm almost done with the antibiotics, and my mouth is looking much better. Pain's not too bad. I'm just exhausted. That said....
Today I spent about three and a half hours and proofread/line edited over one hundred words of what (I am told I can now tell you) is to be my next short-story collection, Bright Dead Star, due out in 2025 from Subterranean Press. There will also be a sequel to Living a Boy's Adventure Tale, as yet untitled. So, secret's out. I've read over all the stories. Now, I have to type in the corrections, write afterwords for each, and an introduction for the book. And write the novella, of course. This means I have paused work on The Night Watchers so I can get this taken care of. Though, before I begin the novella, I have to catch up on Sirenia Digest. Apologies to subscribers. Those issues are coming.
Akso, apologies to people waiting of copies of Vile Affections. All those monster doodles are drawn, and I've begun coloring them. We'll start shipping books out early next week. The reasons for the delay are probably obvious.
God, fuck, what else?
I got in an hour on the Bashi Marl matrix, because I needed to do something to decompress from the line editing, which always drives me nuts.
The afterboon's film, which I barely stayed awake through, was Denis Villeneuve's Sicario (2015).
I'm going to watch True Detective: Night Country all the way through again, hopefully in a single sitting (only six episodes), before I post my thoughts. But I will say that that last episode addressed some of my worries, and I loved Jodie Foster (as I usually do).
Yeah, I'm gonna eat and rest. I leave you with a photo of the bluff of Carboniferous sandstone out back, and a very, very blue sky.
Later Tater Beans,
Aut Beast
12:35 p.m.