Basking in the Echo Chamber
Sunny today. Our high was 84.9F. I'm only following the news just so much these days, but I do have updated numbers on Helene, now the second deadliest hurricane of the 21st century, after Katrina. Watching the satellite images, when it was still sitting on the Yucatan Peninsula, I knew it would be bad. I did not dare imagine it would be that bad. Nathan Ballingrud in Ashville, which seems like it was all but erased, says they want have water back for a month. We now have ≥203 dead, with ≥685 missing (which means there's the potential for Helene to have killed almost as many as Katrina), with $27.1 billion USD in damages.
Yesterday I finally, finally, FINALLY sent the finished ms. of the chapbook/novella, now titled "How Doth the Little Crocodile..." I can't say I love the title, and it might change again. Tomorrow I begin working on the 20 pages of questions and corrections to the galley sheets of Bright Dead Star. This book is so near to being done. We have to find a cover artist for the chapbook.
Meanwhile, Kathryn is busy with the nightmare of our taxes, preparing to send away money we do not have.
I had a short but fruitful phone conversation with Mike Polcyn about MP2, mostly about the dates we're getting from the nanofossils. I spent an hour on the Bashi Marl.
And I went to Walgreens and got my latest COVID-19 booster. Hopefully, I won't feel much from it.
The night's spooky film was Robert Wise's superb adaptation of The Haunting (1963).
Please visit the shop. Please buy something to help us survive the taxes. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (ego death spiral)
3:57 p.m.
Yesterday I finally, finally, FINALLY sent the finished ms. of the chapbook/novella, now titled "How Doth the Little Crocodile..." I can't say I love the title, and it might change again. Tomorrow I begin working on the 20 pages of questions and corrections to the galley sheets of Bright Dead Star. This book is so near to being done. We have to find a cover artist for the chapbook.
Meanwhile, Kathryn is busy with the nightmare of our taxes, preparing to send away money we do not have.
I had a short but fruitful phone conversation with Mike Polcyn about MP2, mostly about the dates we're getting from the nanofossils. I spent an hour on the Bashi Marl.
And I went to Walgreens and got my latest COVID-19 booster. Hopefully, I won't feel much from it.
The night's spooky film was Robert Wise's superb adaptation of The Haunting (1963).
Please visit the shop. Please buy something to help us survive the taxes. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (ego death spiral)
3:57 p.m.