Meanwhile, I will likely try to survive on potato soup.
Yesterday, I sent the revised version of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird #3 to my editor at Dark Horse, and I got back to work on #4. But only managed three pages (5, 6, and 7), which is bullshit. So, failure on that front. I also managed to proofread "A Season of Broken Dolls" (from the galleys for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea), after the tooth broke. But my heart wasn't in it. Then I couldn't sleep. I got maybe 4 hours. So, yesterday was an utter fucking failure.
Though we did see Jennifer Kent's The Babadook (2014), which was quite good, if a little unfocused. It managed mood and ambiguity marvelously, and whether or not the creature design intentionally took a cue from Tod Browning's London After Midnight (1927), I was pleased by look of the title character.
I won't go into the fiasco (my fault) that led us down narrow, winding mountain roads, in the dark, all the way to Mt. Temper and Boiceville and other places I'd never heard of before.
Okay, gotta try to fucking work.