It's autumn today. Currently, it's 68˚F (and feels like 68˚F) here in Providence, getting cloudy.
And I am finally done with all the proofreading and editing and gathering together of ephemera for The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan: Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea (Volume 2). All the files were sent away last night to Yanni and Gail, and I am free of it. A journey that began on July 1, 2010, is pretty much finished. Five years. Wow. Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea will be released November 30, 2015, and if you've not yet preordered, please do.
And now, there's very little preventing me from devoting my full time to the screenplay. Everyone's waiting on me. And I hate that feeling.
Alas, a scheduling conflict means we'll not be returning to Woodstock until at last late November.
No movie last night, because I was tired and wanted to do something perfectly mindless, so I played WoW (which is about as mindless as it comes). Shaharrazad, my b'elf warlock, and my main, is working her way through all that Panadaria nonsense. Anyway, night before last I watched Miller's Crossing (1990) for the umpteenth time. I've probably said this before, but I have a feeling I'm the only person whose favorite Coen Bros. film is Miller's Crossing. But it's just such a wry and perfect film. Jesus, the dialogue gives me chill bumps.
The breeze through my window is chilly, but after the long burn of August, it actually feels good.