The sky's hungry today.
It's only 77˚F, with the humidity at a mere 55%. It's that low humidity that stokes the sky's appetite.
I managed only 712 words yesterday, but I did finish the fourth section of the story. As it stands, the ms. is 9,165 words long. I have 15,835 to go.
I truly, truly loved the last episode of Season Two of True Detective, and the last few scenes – especially Frank alone in the playa – very nearly brought me to tears. I have no idea what's up with the amount of animosity this season has received, but I suspect it mostly comes down to a) people whining because they didn't get more of Season One and/or b) people who can't keep up with good noir.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
