greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
greygirlbeast
greygirlbeast
  • Location: Providence, RI
  • Mood: fuck it
  • Music: Mississippi John Hurt, "My Creole Belle"

"Go down, Miss Moses. There's nothin' you can say."

If I believe Accuweather, it's 72˚F out there. There's not a single leaf on a single deciduous tree.

This will be another short entry. For a variety of reasons, I'm running late.

Yesterday I actually managed to begin "Dancy Versus the Pterosaur" and wrote 1,250 words, the best writing day I've had since March 22nd, when I finished "The Aubergine Alphabet." I don't yet know if this will be a good story, but it is at least an actual Dancy story. That's a start.

Honestly, things are not good. To quote Mal Reynolds (ever quotable), "We're close to gone out here."

And that all I have for today. At least I'm making the "tl;dr" assholes happy.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast
Tags: "dancy vs. the pterosaur", cold spring, depression, firefly, trees
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