No writing yesterday. I informed one of the editors of the anthology for which I was trying to write "Three Kisses" that it just wasn't going to happen. There was a lot of email with my lit agent, Merrilee, about...stuff. Complicated, irritating, annoying stuff. I proofread "Riding the White Bull" for Gardner Dozois; the story will be appearing online at Clarkesworld soon. I'd not read it in many years.
Today, I'll likely do a hell of a lot less than that.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thank you.
It was too cold yesterday to comfortably open my office window.
Last night we watched gangster movies. First, Fisher Stevens' Stand Up Guys (2012), a funny and adorable film starring Christopher Walken, Al Pacino, and Alan Arkin, and we followed it with Guillaume Canet's Blood Ties (2013), in which Clive Owen and Billy Crudup reenact that Cain and Abel thing in a marvelous simulacrum of a 1970s police film.
And that's all I have. Move along.