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.