Music:Simon and Garfunkel, "Scarborough Fair/Canticle"
Yesterday I did 1,452 words on "Zero Summer." The story presently has a total word count of 6,914 words, and since I'm guessing the total will come out somewhere around ten thousand words, I only have about three thousand words remaining, perhaps two or three days work. That means I can have Monday off, hopefully, as I've not had a genuine "off" day in about ten days. I'll take one and then get back to work on Daughter of Hounds, the start of Chapter Seven. I'm liking this story, though I have begun to doubt that "Zero Summer" is the right title. At the moment, the anthology in which it will appear, The Cthulian Singularity, is only scheduled to appear as a limited edition hardback from Darkside Press, but the editor, John Pelan, is working to sell a mass-market edition, and he has a good track record with getting big publishers interested in Lovecraftian anthologies, so this story, and the anthology, should see a larger audience eventually.
I got up too early, after sleeping poorly, but I want to finish up with work in time that Spooky and I can make a matinee of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
I probably wouldn't be quite so bleary right now had I not spent three or four hours yesterday evening vaporizing the 1950s in Destroy All Humans. I think I'm becoming convinced of the inherent danger of all video games. They have been sent here by some distant, nefarious star-faring civilization to distract human beings and other assorted sentient creatures, endlessly, from things that actually matter.
I came across this sentence while reading Tolkien night before last and fell in love with it: But already the oldest living things had arisen: in the seas the great weeds, and on earth the shadow of great trees; and in the valleys of the night-clad hills there were dark creatures old and strong.