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Day 16: The Mason Syndrome
I took the advice and finished something. I'm actually optimistic about finishing them all on time. Then again...
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Day 15: Two big bags of dead man’s bones
Another beginning! Hm. I just felt like writing about those counter-occult agents from Strasbourg again. We'll see where it leads.
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Lazy, lazy git
I've moved past shame, I think. Almost. I'm not writing today
I'm visiting my father in the country. Everyone else is preparing for bed, and I'm relaxing with T.E.D Klein's The Events at Poroth Farm on audio book. It's a cracker, full of footnotes and slowly mounting unease in rural New Jersey.
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Day 11: "vast, smooth, empty, and remote"
I said to Gahan Wilson: how lonely does it get?
Gahan Wilson hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
(The title's a line from a wonderful Gahan Wilson story: The Sea Was Wet As Wet Could Be. Hey, he stole a line too!)
The dunes were steep and a perpetual wind blew in my face, as though it ( Read more... )
