Nuance. I need to write a long essay on nuance, how we as a culture/society have lost it, and how that loss is responsible for so much of what is being called the "culture" war. This tocic illusion that there are two sides to an issue and only two sides, that people come in "good" and "evil", like characters bad fantasy novels. Attempting to understand human behavior, the human mind, human morality in the absense of nuance is a grotesque, ignorant undertaking.
Anyway, we got amazingly lucky with Helena, but obviously it was luck at the expense of others. We always knew this storm was gonna be brutal on the Florida panhandle and in southern Georgia. But the damage it's done in the Carolinas and in Tennesee....wow. And I feel as if that damage is the result of that eleventh hour eastern change of course. Chris and Kat may be without power until after Wednesday, and given they both work from home using the internet...but at least they were not flood and their how was not crushed by galling trees. I fucking hate hurricanes.
Mostly overcast here today. Some sun. Our high was 71F, but the days will be growing sunny and warm again.
I learned today that SubPress wants a different title for the chapbook/novella, and that's fair enough, given the short-story version and all. Now I just have to think of one by Monday. And that fifteenth scene I very much wanted to add, there's just not time. There's far too much else to be done. I have to get a couple of issues of the digest done and get back to MP2. So many people are, rightfully, losing patience with me. I also dealt with some email today, with SubPress, with Mike Polcyn, with P.S. Publishing.
I went Outside again today, even if I didn't get very far.
The coyotes kept me awake most of the night. I gave up at 3:30 a.m., but I was too sleepy to do anything much with that time. I managed to finish reading Chris Nashawaty's The Future Was Now: Madmen, Mavericks, and the Epic Sci-Fi Summer of 1982. I made coffee and had cheese toast.
Please visit
the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Rent must be paid. Etc. Thank you, sincerely.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:21 p.m.