I was twenty-one.
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Currently, it's 34˚F here in Providence and sunny. I am weathering this winter far better than I weathered the last three. We think that, in part, it's because the gabapentin was a) making my depression more severe and b) making it hard for my body to regulate temperature. It also helps, of course, that we're having a very mild winter. For Rhode Island, I mean. I only hope the good weather holds until April arrives, and we are safely out of the woods. So to speak.
Yesterday, I rewrote two paragraphs I'd written on Tuesday, but I didn't accomplish much else. Today, I have to do much better than that. I don't have time for lost days. I'd like to have Sirenia Digest #120 out by the first week of February, at the latest. I have a book to write. Which means I first have a proposal to put together, and sample chapters to write, and...so on.
I do not yet have a title.
The novel that will not be Interstate Love Song
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. We have some hard-to-find items listed.
“I'm not sure about themes except the basic loneliness of man. That's always there.” ~ Shelby Foote
Do not forget, Providence people, tomorrow evening at 6 p.m., I'll be reading at Lovecraft Arts & Sciences Council at 65 Weybosset Street, in the Westminster Arcade (the oldest indoor mall in America, built in 1828).
And I think that's all I have for now.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
