"I burned his body for incurring my wrath."
This morning, I was stunned to learn of the death of Andy Hallett. He was only thirty-three years old. In other Angel/Buffy-related news, Alyson Hannigan had a kid last week, and named her Satyana.
Here in Providence, it's sunny, and the temperature has climbed into the low fifties (F).
Yesterday, I wrote a very respectable 1,558 words and finished "A Canvas for Incoherent Arts," which will be appearing in Sirenia Digest #40. Which should go out to subscribers before midnight tonight. I'll write about the story more in this issue's prolegomena, but it came out much darker (literally) than I'd expected, an oddly quiet and anxious story. Also, Spooky and I finished up with the CEM for The Red Tree, which goes back in the mail to Manhattan this afternoon.
There's really not a whole lot more to be said for yesterday. I'm reading the new Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, and have so far made my way through three articles on fossil sharks: "Exceptional preservation of the white shark Carcharodon (Lamniformes, Lamnidae) from the early Pliocene of Peru"; "The spine-brush complex in symmoriiform sharks (Chondrichthyes; Symmoriiformes), with comments on dorsal fin modularity"; and "Pectoral anatomy of Tribodus limae (Elasmobranchii: Hybodontiformes) from the Lower Cretaceous of northeastern Brazil."
I'll note that the long-lost Monster Doodle sculpture now has five bids, and the auction ends tomorrow. Also, Spooky finished a new bat, which is now available at her Etsy shop. Painfully adorable, this bat.
Last night, I did a scene with the Alphas in NoR, then signed onto WoW and continued to accrue reputation with Orgrimmar (and a little with the Darkspear trolls). Shaharrazad spent most of the night in the Swamp of Sorrows, which she has found rather to her liking. There are a couple of screencaps behind the cut:
With the full moon overhead, Shah prepares to enter Stagalbog Cave and reduce the local Murloc population.
It's no secret that Shah has a thing for orcs. I'll tell you the story someday. Anyway, after haggling with this shaman over the bounty on Murloc heads, she discovered he had a hookah and spent the remainder of the night with him in Misty Reed Post, on the shore of the Forbidding Sea. Tres romantic.
Here in Providence, it's sunny, and the temperature has climbed into the low fifties (F).
Yesterday, I wrote a very respectable 1,558 words and finished "A Canvas for Incoherent Arts," which will be appearing in Sirenia Digest #40. Which should go out to subscribers before midnight tonight. I'll write about the story more in this issue's prolegomena, but it came out much darker (literally) than I'd expected, an oddly quiet and anxious story. Also, Spooky and I finished up with the CEM for The Red Tree, which goes back in the mail to Manhattan this afternoon.
There's really not a whole lot more to be said for yesterday. I'm reading the new Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, and have so far made my way through three articles on fossil sharks: "Exceptional preservation of the white shark Carcharodon (Lamniformes, Lamnidae) from the early Pliocene of Peru"; "The spine-brush complex in symmoriiform sharks (Chondrichthyes; Symmoriiformes), with comments on dorsal fin modularity"; and "Pectoral anatomy of Tribodus limae (Elasmobranchii: Hybodontiformes) from the Lower Cretaceous of northeastern Brazil."
I'll note that the long-lost Monster Doodle sculpture now has five bids, and the auction ends tomorrow. Also, Spooky finished a new bat, which is now available at her Etsy shop. Painfully adorable, this bat.
Last night, I did a scene with the Alphas in NoR, then signed onto WoW and continued to accrue reputation with Orgrimmar (and a little with the Darkspear trolls). Shaharrazad spent most of the night in the Swamp of Sorrows, which she has found rather to her liking. There are a couple of screencaps behind the cut:
With the full moon overhead, Shah prepares to enter Stagalbog Cave and reduce the local Murloc population.
It's no secret that Shah has a thing for orcs. I'll tell you the story someday. Anyway, after haggling with this shaman over the bounty on Murloc heads, she discovered he had a hookah and spent the remainder of the night with him in Misty Reed Post, on the shore of the Forbidding Sea. Tres romantic.