No, I didn't write yesterday. I'm stuck on this "Eurydice Eduction" piece. Probably, I should have left it alone, let it become another false/start, but it seemed like a good idea to try and finish, days and days ago, when I thought I could do that in only three or four days. Today I mean to make an end to it, one way of another. I hope.
My copies of the Romanian edition of The Drowning Girl arrived. In Bucharest, it's Fată înecându-se: O autobiografie.
Anyway, instead of writing I left the house for only the second time in 2016. I went with Spooky to the market. At least it was overcast and so I didn't have to see that hungry New England sky.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Again, apologies for the lateness of Sirenia Digest #119.