Yesterday's mail brought Weird Fiction Review No. 8.
I managed to write three of the story notes for The Dinosaur Tourist, and then the day got away from me. The blackness in my head won out. I have to do better today. In planning how much work I could get done before we leave on the 15th, I forgot I need to put together the chapbook of Dancy Flammarion stories that will accompany The Dinosaur Tourist, and that's going to take me two or three days.
I'm tempted to change the title of the collection to R is for Regret.