I slept poorly last night. I got to sleep about 2:30 ayem, but my aching feet and legs woke we around 4:30. The joys of neuropathy. I didn't get back to sleep until after sunrise.
Yesterday afternoon, the Patreon surpassed it's stretch goal. Thank you, all one hundred and thirty-seven of you. Thank you more than I can say. For me, this is huge. And I'm going to do everything I can to write the finest book I am able. And yes, if you've not signed on and want to, you may still do so.
But first I have to write "Objects in the Mirror," and the next story for Sirenia Digest.
I have seen 10 Cloverfield Lane, and I declare it brilliant, I think I actually like it more than Cloverfield. But keep in mind, these are very different movies. As I said yesterday on Facebook, John Goodman gives one of the best performances of his career. At it's core, 10 Cloverfeild Lane is a duel of wits and will between Goodman's Howard Stambler and Michelle, the woman he's supposedly rescued, played to perfection by Mary Elizbeth Winstead. Indeed, Winstead gives us another calm, deliberate, and intelligent female SF hero, and I could watch the film again just to admire Michelle's grim determination to survive. To describe this film as "tense" or "taut" is an understatement. See it.
And now, I have to try and wake up.