This thing with Cambrian Tales: Juvenilia, it's really messing with my head. I hope to be done with the ms. by tonight, because I need to be here and now, not revisiting high school and the mess that I made of the eighties. I knew this was going to be harrowing, but I didn't know it would be this harrowing. Yesterday, I finished assembling the ms., then typed in the one piece I insisted on transcribing myself, something called "Bedtime Story," written in 1983. As of this morning, the ms. stands at 31,521 words, but I still need to write the preface and short notes for each story. Then I'll send the whole thing away to Subterranean Press.
There was a delay with the PDF for Sirenia Digest #119, but the issue should go out to subscribers sometime between tonight and tomorrow. Thank you for your patience.
Spooky made her three-legged chicken stew for dinner, with zucchini and tomatoes and mushrooms, and after dinner we watched Howard Brookner's Burroughs: The Movie (1983) and also most of the extras on the DVD, just out from Criterion. It was our late Xmas gift to ourselves. Really a wonderful thing, and you should hunt it down.