These lines from Crimson Peak really put the hook in me:
"But the horror? The horror was for love. The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you, maims you, twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all." ~ Lady Lucille Sharpe
Yesterday, my contributor's copy of Ellen Datlow's The Monstrous arrived. It includes "The Beginning of the Year Without a Summer," one of the few decent pieces of fiction I've written in the last three years. Check it out.
We didn't go to the Tenth Annual Iron Pour last night. I wanted to, but the weather was shitty, and the last few times we've been the crowds have made the event unendurable.
Maybe I'll wake up by seven p.m. or so.