Sitting here, just before I began this entry, it occurred to me that babies born the day that Elizabeth committed suicide will soon turn twenty. Which utterly fucking blows my mind.
Yesterday was spent on Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, checking over art, proofing the letterer's lettering, etc. Today I hope to finish compiling the manuscript for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales. Tomorrow will be spent at the storage unit in Pawtucket. Thursday will be spent with Christopher Geissler at the John Hay Library.
The March issue of the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology finally showed up yesterday.
It's an exciting goddamn life.
Yes, An Actual Beast,