• Location: Providence, RI
• Mood: better than yesterday, thank you
• Music: The Decemberists, "The Sporting Life"

"...and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk."

It was supposed to be a shitty, rainy day, but I awoke to sun and a clear sky, which has since turned slightly hazy. There may be storms this evening. Currently, it's 72˚F and the air through my open office window smells like rain.

I tried yesterday to make substantial progress in the introduction for The Haunting of Hill House, but mostly I sat here reading the book, instead of writing about it. I must endeavor to do better today. I have a ghost story to write this month. And something for Sirenia Digest No. 137. The truth is that I suck at writing about books, though I am quite good at reading them.

“I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.” ~ Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Last night, after spaghetti, we played GW2. I rolled a new Norn guardian whom I named Asta Magnhild Hrafn. She goes by Mags, and sometimes Magpie. One of the many things I love about GW2 is that you can write out full names for your characters, with spaces between them and everything. When Asta reaches Level 80, she will be, I think, the seventeenth character I'll have level capped in the game.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast



12:20 a.m.