It's sunny and very cold. Currently, the temperature is 18˚F, with the windchill at 3˚F. We're waiting on the storm, on much more snow.
Yesterday, I typed up all the corrections for "Objects in the Mirror" and sent them away to Geralyn at Subterranean Press, and then I spent about two and a half hours on corrections to Chapter One of Interstate Love Song, but still didn't get through all the marked changes. I think it's time I set this chapter aside, stop trying to get it perfect, and proceed to Chapter Two. Except, first, I'm going to write something for Sirenia Digest #134. I can't write summer in Mississippi during a blizzard in Rhode Island, not and do it right, and I won't try.
"Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world." ~ Moby-Dick, Herman Melville
I really don't think that I'm a radical anything. Though I do get pretty fanatical about...well, actually not that, either.
I've begun reading Cormac McCarthy's The Crossing (1994). Lately, McCarthy is one of the few authors I have any use for. Though Herman Melville is another.
Last night, all the country went back on Caitlín Standard Time (aka Caitlín Stabilizing Time, CST), which makes everything simpler.
I promised photos yesterday, of yesterday, and here they are:
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,