True, in the past 48 hours, fantasy artists
Patrick Woodroffe and
H. R. Giger died, and bullshit artists Tony Abbott and Joe Hockey didn't presented us with an abominable budget that might have inspired
Edvard Munch or
Francisco Goya... okay, maybe that wasn't a particularly inspiring introduction. I'll try again.
In the past week, I have received: contracts for my monograph based on my PhD thesis; the ebook of Use Only as Directed, including my story 'Large Friendly Letters'; proofs for my story 'Dreamgirl' in Cthulhu: Deep Down Under; royalties for my contributions to a book of confession stories; an invitation to an anthology of stories inspired by the work of Leonard Cohen; and more artwork for my
Bushido adventure.
Granted, it's not much, but after a cigar-smoking kleptocrat gleefully dances in his office before cutting 20% from university funding, 16500 jobs from the public service, and $87.1M from the arts, you have to take any comfort you can find.