I'm having trouble waking up today.
Yesterday, I did 1,624 words and found THE END of the story that I might call "Virginia Story." Maybe. Today, I'll polish it a little and try to pull together Sirenia Digest No. 146.
I spend a lot of time these days wondering where people are and what they're doing, people who have been lost to me – one way or the other – over the decades.
This morning, I started reading Horseman, Pass By.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:27 p.m.
