Yesterday, I made it to the Hay, and I also made it through four stories, proofreading Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales: "Pushing the Sky Away (Death of a Blasphemer)," "A Redress for Andromeda," "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea," "Study for The Witch House," and "Andromeda Among the Stones." All that's left is another round of copyediting on Agents of Dreamland, and then the ms. will finally be ready for Centipede Press. I'll be doing that tomorrow. Toady I have other work.
“I really hate to write.” ~ Jack Kerouac
If children are no longer being taught cursive, how are they learning to sign their names?
I've been playing far too much Guild Wars 2. I think it's the main crutch I'm using to survive this winter and all the things within this winter that I have to survive. Since early October, I've level-capped five characters (levels 1-80). The most recent I did in only sixteen days, hitting 80 last night. I cannot help but think of all the books I could have read with all those hours spent gaming. I am very glad that MMOs didn't exist when I was young.
I have three photos from yesterday:
The John Hay Library, view to the northwest, from the gates of Brown University.
Inside. The Hay has become my sanctuary, what Emory's Matheson Reading Room was to me in Atlanta, what the Linn-Henly Research Library was to me in Birmingham. A place of quiet dignity. Civilization.
All photographs Copyright © 2016 by Caitlín R. Kiernan