A very, very long day.

It was sunny, at least, if a little chilly. Our high was only 68˚F.

In the morning, I finished reading Michael Punke's The Revenant: A Novel of Revenge. I worked a little on Mosasaur Paper 1 (Mosasaur Paper 2 is currently shelved, because there are priorities). I had to email Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press and another ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm not sure if I feel more like I'm going to vomit, pass out, or suddenly come apart in a cataclysm of protoplasmic, subatomic reversal. I might have slept two hours. When I got up at 8 a.m., there was just enough snow on the ground that it was pretty. Now, there's only a quickly melting scab. But it was our first snow of the winter, ( Read more... )