It's cloudy and 60˚F. No leaves.
Yesterday was surprisingly productive. I almost felt like me again. I read through "Goggles (c. 1900)" and "The Cryomancer's Daughter (Murder Ballad No. 3)," and I decided that, yes, they do both belong in Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea. I had to read the latter aloud, with Kathryn following along in The Ammonite Violin & Others, so we could make the two versions match. We didn't, because I made some additional changes that aren't in the printed version. This happens most every time I allow a story to be reprinted, if I permit myself to check the text. I am an inveterate polisher. A story is never truly finished. It can always be just a little better. Take out that comma, swap that adjective for another, add five words there, delete four here, fix that hyphen. And so forth. As William Faulkner said, “Try to be better than yourself.”
I also did some more last minute stuff on A is for Alien for PS Publishing.
Oh, and I have a headache.
If you haven't been watching Fortitude, a British series that might fairly be described as The Thing meets Twin Peaks, then you should maybe give it a try. It's creepy as hell and does a wonderful job of allowing mystery and tension to build across twelve episodes. Like the first season of True Detective, it's essentially a long film. We saw the final episode last night.
And we also saw the first episode of the new season of Game of Thrones. I loved it, but you'll see no spoilers here.
On a slightly related note, I'm never going to understand the sort of ignorance and sense of entitlement that leads people to think nothing of stealing movies, television, software, games, and books via illegal sites like Pirate Bay and other BitTorrent websites. "I can't afford it! Information and entertainment should be free! The people who made this are millionaires! I'm not hurting anyone!" Right. Most of these same people would balk at the idea of socialism. Most of them wouldn't even understand the irony at their balking at socialism. Most of them, they want to be paid for their work. Don't even try to explain to these assholes how they're taking money out of the pockets of the people who create the things they're stealing.
Okay, enough of this.