Cooler weather today. Sunny, but our high was only 90F.
Happy 134th birthday, H.P. Lovecraft.
Not enough sleep. I was awake before five. I got up at six. I have a piece I want to write for Sirenia Digest 120, which I want to get out before I go back to work on the chapbook...so, to help myself get in the right headspace, I read Angela Carter all morning: "The Snow Child," "The Lady of the House of Love," "The Werewolf," "The Company of Wolves," and "Wolf Alice." Her writing will never cease amaze and humble me. Afterwards, I needed to proofread the galleys of my own "Build Your Houses with Thier Backs to the Sea" for Ellen Datlow.
I also began reading Bret Easton Ellis' Lunar Park today. The afternoon's movie was Guillermo del Toro's Crimson Peak (2015). I'm sure it's not his best film, but it might be my favorite, and it really makes me want to see him have a go at Dracula. Last night, we began The Boys. We started watching it way back in 2019 and didn't get far. I think I'm nearer the right mood these days. Antony Starr's Homelander is marvelously disturbing, and I love Karl Urban, whose character, Billy Butcher, is very accurately described at one point as reminiscent of an X-rated version of The Matrix.
Anyway...
So, yes...the sale to pay this month's rent has begun. Spooky's getting new tie dye up
in the shop, but what I want to most draw your attention to is
Copy No. 13 of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tale, the sumptuous Centipede Press edition, signed by everyone involved, slipcased, illsutrated, almost all my HPL-inspired stories in one place. We have one offered these once or twice before. The book came out in 2018 and sold out before publication. Anyway, follow the link for details. And thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:48 a.m.