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Howards Hughes and the Slow Thaw

Happy birthday, David Bowie, wherever you are.

Currently in Providence, it's 29˚F, and the windchill is 19˚F. It hasn't been this warm in more than a week. We're supposed to reach 34˚F, finally rising above freezing and ending this long, cold nightmare, at least for now, There may be some snow flurries today, but no new accumulation. What a horrible, horrible stretch of days this has been.

I tried, yesterday, to get back into the novella. I didn't. Finally, I switched gears and began putting together the ms. for my next short fiction collection, The Dinosaur Tourist. And since I hardly slept four hours last night and cannot hope to write prose today, I expect I'll finish compiling the ms. this afternoon. I need to get it done and proofed and off to SubPress. A couple of the stories, like "Blind Fish," are a little rough and need tidying up.

If you actually needed this trashy, tell-all book to show you how bad things are with Trump...well, never mind. But I won't be reading it; somehow, the reason he's president is tied up in why the book's so successful, America's love of train wrecks and finding entertainment in scandal.

Aunt Beast

3:03 p.m.


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Jan. 8th, 2018 04:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for sharing the photo. I love seeing these glimpses into your process. Also, I'm so looking forward to the next collection. Will you be allowed to post the table of contents before it goes on sale?

I hope the day gets warmer and warmer for you.
Jan. 9th, 2018 09:02 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this photo of your penmanship. Thanks for sharing it.
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