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Where 43˚F is a Heatwave

I awoke to the cawing of a crow, waking from a nightmare that somehow involved radiation poisoning. A few minutes ago, we watched chickadees cavorting just outside the window. In Providence, on the West Side, we're lucky to see a pigeon.

Providence. The mess that's waiting for me there, when the dentist is finally done with me and I can go back there.

Currently, it's 31˚F. Let's not speak of windchill.

Nothing much can be said for yesterday. The momentum I thought I'd found on Saturday skipped out on me. I fretted, complained, stared out windows, and longed for warmer climes. Finally, I sat down and worked on a jigsaw puzzle Spooky's doing, The Briar Rose by Walter Crane (1905). I'd forgotten how much I love jigsaw puzzles. The marvelous simplicity of them. And it quieted my anxieties a little. I also began reading Anthony J. Martin's Dinosaurs Without Bones: Dinosaur Lives Revealed by Their Trace Fossils. I had a dinner that was much too large. I fussed with a fire that didn't want to stay lit. But I didn't write.

As the old song goes, "My get up and go done got up and went." At least, that's how it feels.

Yesterday, on Facebook and Twitter, I said, "I am an author. I'm not a lesbian author, nor am I a queer author, nor a woman author, nor a transgender author. I'm just an author." I expected nasty blow back and sniping. Instead, I've gotten nothing but positive comments and support. Thank you.

We've resolved to visit the New York State Museum in Albany, maybe Friday, once the root canal is finished.

I was very pleased to see George R. R. Martin nominate Laura J. Mixon (who writes sf as M.J. Locke) for the Hugo Award for Best Fan Writer, in recognition for "'A Report on Damage Done by One Individual Under Several Names,' a detailed, eloquent, and devastating expose of the venomous internet troll best known as 'Requires Hate' and 'Winterfox,'" aka Benjanun Sriduangkaew – an effort that Mixon financed and published herself. Follow the link to read the full report, plus updates. Thank you, GRRM.

That's it for now. Welcome back to DST; I've been keeping it warm for you.

Aunt Beast


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Marc D. Goldfinger
Mar. 9th, 2015 04:38 pm (UTC)
The Drowning Girl
I get the Centipede newsletter and they have one dinged book of The Drowning Girl limited Edition for $100. My money is too tight to get it but maybe one of your Blog readers will shoot over to Centipede Press and snap it up.
It's a good deal.
Mar. 9th, 2015 06:34 pm (UTC)
People believe they live in either a small world, or a big world. A small world is one that is definable, and knowable. A big world is place of mystery, where no matter how much we know, the world is just beyond our grasp. Currently, there is to much debate on whether Shakespeare actually wrote what he's credited with. They imagine it must be a royal, a scientists or some such over nonsense. The thing is, writing is always more than author, more then the reader too. Yes, a grain merchant by the name of Shakespeare wrote what he was credited with. No insult intended, but your work is greater than you. Any limiting definitions will always be failure. We live in big world, and your work will be bigger than you.

Edited at 2015-03-09 06:39 pm (UTC)
Mar. 10th, 2015 06:53 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure how I feel about DST. I hate getting ready for work when it's still dark out. Actually I hate getting ready for work regardless, but the dark outside my window makes me want to sleep more.
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