"They went to sea in a sieve, they did. In a sieve, they went to sea."
Overcast most of the day. Our high was 80F.
Not much sleep, but still another fairly productive day. But also a day that was irritating as hell. Some fuckery - entirely my fault - led to my having to choose a different obscure tale for Sirenia Digest 216 (a more obscure one, as it turns out), to take the place of the unfinished "An Unknown Person of Mysterious Origin." I lost all the work I did yesterday, and I spent another two hours today reformatting the text after salvaging it from an ancient MS Word file (ca. 1998) that required all sorts of alchemy and sweet talking just to open. So, there was that. I also spent a full fucking hour listening to "The Sun Always Shines on TV," on repeat, while I made notes for the novella. I have the general plot in mind. There was email with one of my agents, and yesterday's call is rescheduled for Monday morning. Oh, and I gathered up a bunch of books I'm selling. No, not books by me.
I read "The Call of Cthulhu," because I was still in need of comfort lit. The afternoon's film was Sam Mendes' beautiful 1917 (2019).
Last night, Kathryn and I decided to have a look at Fallout, and, while far from great television, it's much better than I'd ever have expected. Plus, Walton Goggins and Kyle MacLachlan. If nothing else, it's gorgeous and the soundtrack in pretty fucking cool. The series' wry, cynical, absurdist wit does not always find its mark, but there are few enough misses that I'll keep watching.
It's not that I am unaware of current events in the world beyond my room. It's just that I am choosing not to talk about them here.
If you've not taken a look at the GoFundMe, please do. No donation is too small to be appreciated. I'm clutching at straws here, kittens. I woke yesterday morning in sheer terror, that after thirty-two years in this racket I have so little to show for so much work. To quote Mary Lee Settle, “Anyone who has a choice and doesn’t choose not to write is a fool. Don’t people know that it’s the hardest work in the world?” Anyway, I'm not whining. I'm just tired. And if you don't want to use the GoFundMe, there's the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thank you. Lots.
That's all for now.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:16 p.m.
Not much sleep, but still another fairly productive day. But also a day that was irritating as hell. Some fuckery - entirely my fault - led to my having to choose a different obscure tale for Sirenia Digest 216 (a more obscure one, as it turns out), to take the place of the unfinished "An Unknown Person of Mysterious Origin." I lost all the work I did yesterday, and I spent another two hours today reformatting the text after salvaging it from an ancient MS Word file (ca. 1998) that required all sorts of alchemy and sweet talking just to open. So, there was that. I also spent a full fucking hour listening to "The Sun Always Shines on TV," on repeat, while I made notes for the novella. I have the general plot in mind. There was email with one of my agents, and yesterday's call is rescheduled for Monday morning. Oh, and I gathered up a bunch of books I'm selling. No, not books by me.
I read "The Call of Cthulhu," because I was still in need of comfort lit. The afternoon's film was Sam Mendes' beautiful 1917 (2019).
Last night, Kathryn and I decided to have a look at Fallout, and, while far from great television, it's much better than I'd ever have expected. Plus, Walton Goggins and Kyle MacLachlan. If nothing else, it's gorgeous and the soundtrack in pretty fucking cool. The series' wry, cynical, absurdist wit does not always find its mark, but there are few enough misses that I'll keep watching.
It's not that I am unaware of current events in the world beyond my room. It's just that I am choosing not to talk about them here.
If you've not taken a look at the GoFundMe, please do. No donation is too small to be appreciated. I'm clutching at straws here, kittens. I woke yesterday morning in sheer terror, that after thirty-two years in this racket I have so little to show for so much work. To quote Mary Lee Settle, “Anyone who has a choice and doesn’t choose not to write is a fool. Don’t people know that it’s the hardest work in the world?” Anyway, I'm not whining. I'm just tired. And if you don't want to use the GoFundMe, there's the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thank you. Lots.
That's all for now.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:16 p.m.