Yesterday, I wrote 1,552 words, and I found THE END of "Ballad of a Catamite Revolver." Today I proofread the story, then pull together Sirenia Digest #134, which I hope will go out to subscribers tonight or tomorrow morning.
A very unexpected royalty check from Brazil showed up yesterday and saved our asses. Money from the sky is always a good thing.
I'm pretty sure the fact that you can buy body bags on Amazon is just about as fucked up as anything.
And I have this photograph. I'm no longer much of a fan of Providence, and I've never really cared for the neighborhood where we live. But every now and then it has its moments, even I will admit.

6:32 p.m.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast