Yesterday, I wrote 1,278 words on Chapter Six (of Seven) of Fay Grimmer. (Yes, kittens, writing pulp fiction is a lot like working for Wal-Mart.)
Subscribers can expect the woefully delinquent
Sirenia Digest #83 by Monday. Unless, I don't know, a merciful asteroid puts is all out of our misery
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The ebay listing for the ARC of 'Blood Oranges' quickly got out of my price range but I did win an ebay listing from Poppy Z. Brite, the book 'Wrong Things.' It's an early Christmas gift to myself and I am happy.
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Drear is a good word.
One that's all too frequently forgotten for the less stylish "dreary."
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Days can be sunny and drear I've had those.
I dreamed of you last night. You were in some kind of theater production with a storytelling frame: I came to see you. I was woken abruptly and the rest drained out of my head, but I remember hanging out backstage. When you have time again, we should go to plays.
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I dreamed of you last night. You were in some kind of theater production with a storytelling frame: I came to see you. I was woken abruptly and the rest drained out of my head, but I remember hanging out backstage. When you have time again, we should go to plays.
We should. And will. And you need to recall the rest of that dream.
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