Not much writing yesterday. I was a little ill, recovering from things I did to myself on Monday. But I picked at "But I Will Do Thee Mischief in the Wood." I have to decide if it's going to be a vignette for Sirenia Digest or a short story for a forthcoming Ellen Datlow anthology of ghost stories. If the latter, I have to set it aside and write something else for the digest. I've been doing research on the construction of the Scituate Reservoir and on all the villages that were drowned when the reservoir was filled in the early 1920s, Ashland, Kent, South Scituate, Richmond, Rockland and the western part of North Scituate. There's a novel in this, though I likely will not be the one who writes it.
I posted this last night to my Facebook:
"At this point, the most difficult part of my continuing to be a writer is the demand on me to continually produce new material at a steady rate if I'm going to pay the bills. Something like 14 novels, 12 short fiction collections, and 250+ short stories sold since 1993, and it's still all about chasing checks for new material, instead of making the old material work for me. Because I'm a 'mid-list' author. But I know I won't be able to do this indefinitely. A fortunate working writer is a writer who, after a quarter century of work, continues to write by choice, not by absolute financial necessity. I had a bad, unproductive year last year, and I still managed 15 new pieces of fiction...and, truthfully, without Patreon and the folks who subscribe to Sirenia Digest, I'd be finished.
Note: I know 'life isn't fair,' and I am not soliciting advice, I'm just venting. That's normal."
Yesterday, I got a package from David Kirkpatrick, who sent me the Howard the Duck omnibus. I haven't read these high school/college. Thank you.
Finally, Hubero is back from having four teeth extracted yesterday. And again I thank everyone who donated to help us pay for this. We are immensely grateful. So is Hubero.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
The View from the Red Room, 10:32 a.m.