Today is the 208th anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe's birth.
The sun came back today. Currently, here in Providence it's 42˚F, with a windchill of 37˚F.
Yesterday, I managed only a paltry 356 words on "Tupelo" before work was thwarted by an attempt to medicate away my cough. I won't make the same mistake again. I also signed the signature sheets for the deluxe edition of Lynne Jamneck's anthology, Dreams from the Witch House, which includes my story "Our Lady of Arsia Mons."
If you've not already preordered Dear Sweet Filthy World and Agents of Dreamland, I hope that you will remedy that soon. Thank you.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,