The cold weather is back, briefly, so screw you, Jet Stream. We'll be warm again by week's end, but for now we have a freeze warning. Tonight low will be 29F. Today high was only 57F.
I kinda hate this part of spring.
I actually managed to quite a lot today. I finished editing the introduction for Bright Dead Star, unless Kathryn finds more errors, and I decided to add an afterward (I'd been dithering), a piece of prose I wrote in 2022 at the request of photographer
Nan Goldin for a book accompanying one of her European exibitions. I'm talking with my lit agent tomorrow, and before that I pulled together some things I want her to take to foreign markets, which are becoming harder and harder sells. I read back over what I have written so far on "A Nameless Person of Mysterious Origin," which has been languishing since the start of February and which I need to get written for the next Sirenia Digest. Once Bright Dead Star is out of here, in the next day or two, I mean to focus almost exclusively on the digest until I am caught up. Which likely means mid April. Oh, and I got a wonderful package from
Richard Kirk! It's a print (below) of the cover art he did for the PS Publishing/Dimestore Indian trade paperback (coming soon) of The Dinosaur Tourist, featuring a mosasaur skull.
The afternoon's film was Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight Rises (2012). Oh, if only we could get back to 2012.
The first twenty-four hours or so of the GoFundMe are heartening, and my thanks to everyone who has been generous enough to donate so far. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:42 a.m.