Sunny today. The high was 73.9F. But the warm weather is about to come crashing down.
Three nights with hardly any sleep. And this morning, after writing so much yesterday, I managed only 326 measly fucking words. I only have X, Y, and Z left.
I signed some books we sold in the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, the three Bright Dead Star ARCs.
This afternoon's film was Anthony and Joe Russo's Avengers: Infinity War (2018). I finished Michael Kaminski's The Secret History of Star Wars and began reading Anatoli Boukreev and G. Weston deWalt's The Climb: Tragic Ambitions on Everest.
Please check out the shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:28 a.m.