The day off was not precisely a success. For one thing, there was work, some of it related to the upcoming book tour in support of Agents of Dreamland. And I'm no good at days off. I spent most of it angry and feeling like I was being a bum for not working. It's now been twelve full days since I left the house. In theory, that's going to end today. I'm planning to take the ms. for "Tupelo (1998)" to the Athenaeum and proofread it there.
The latest antics of the Horror Clown and his Nightmare court have been offset only in the smallest sort of way by the news that Reddit has banned two of its prominent "alt-right" gathering places. I doubt this will make much difference. The Hydra will sprout new heads, before you can say Paul Joseph Goebbels. Meanwhile, there's the leaked copy of a draft executive order titled "Establishing a Government-Wide Initiative to Respect Religious Freedom," which would essentially circumvent any existing protection of LGBT persons. According to Jenny Pizer, senior counsel and law and policy director for Lambda Legal, it defines "male” and “female" as someone’s "immutable biological sex as objectively determined by anatomy and genetics at time of birth," protecting those who decline to perform treatments, surgeries, and counseling related to sex reassignment or gender and identity transitioning. It could also mean that I'll lose my U.S. passport, when it comes up for renewal in September 2020, unless I'm willing to have a passport that says I'm male. Which I won't do.
So, happy times in Trump's Banana Republic that used to be America.
I made this year's Locus Recommended Reading List three times, first in the category of novelette for "Antediluvian Homesick Blues," Sirenia Digest #129, and twice in the short story category, for "Whisper Road (Murder Ballad No. 9)" from Sirenia Digest #125 and "The Line Between the Devil's Teeth (Murder Ballad No. 10)" from Sirenia Digest #130.
I leave you with this shot of Bucktown that Spooky took for me last night, when she went to get our dinner. Bucktown is our favorite restaurant in Providence, truly a little piece of Deep South cuisine in New England:
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion