The writing is not going well. I struggled yesterday with "Protoreaster nodosus (NYC 2014)" and managed 307 words. In a week, I've written only 859 words.
I have to hope that today will be better.
It's gotten cold here, and there's no sun shining. Why has no one sent me the gift of Oxycodone? I'll gladly give an address...and a reciprocal gift.
Please have a look at the fine and shiny things in Kathryn's Etsy shop. She's raising money for new tattoos, and, I'm giving away an Alabaster button with every purchase.
By the way, in November I will be attending the World Fantasy Convention in D.C., my first WFC since 1996 in Chicago.
All For Now,
Aunt Beast