The Tyranny of the Dotted Line
Not a bad day. The weather was a little cool, but the rain seemed to have spent itself last night. We had sun. We had clouds. We had a high 71˚F. One day, it will be warm again. I mean Caitlín warm. 80˚F to 85˚F is the range within which I seem to thrive.
And it was a productive day. I got up at 7:30, spent half an hour waking up, and then reworked the first section of "Strandlings," the story I'm writing for Ellen Datlow. I don't usually do that, rewrite. But it needed it. Mostly, it just needed more. More detail. More oomph. So that's what I did. After all the changes, my net count for the day was only 311 words, but what the fuck. I got a very good email from a paleontologist in Texas whom I greatly admire, who is giving me a helping hand deciding what direction my research will take post-COVID-19. And then I signed 300+ signature pages for the Dark Regions Press limited edition of my short novel, La Belle Fleur Sauvage (you can pre-order now). Then I rewarded myself by playing GW2. I would have cranked up the Dremel 4000 and worked on Winifred, but it was unclear whether or not there might be more rain, and my jerry-rigged exhaust system that just barely makes it possible for me to do mechanical and chemical prep at home relies on dry weather.
So, not a bad day at all.
Last night we watched the episode of Young Sheldon and a couple of episodes of the most recent season of Naked and Afraid. Oh, and I've begun reading Ursuala K. Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness (1969). I know admitting this is probably scandalous, but somehow I never read Le Guin, so now I am remedying that. After The Left Hand of Darkness, I'll read The Lathe of Heaven (1971).
And once more, and shamelessly, I will post a link to my Amazon wish list. It's only the 12th, and my birthday isn't until the 26th, so you have plenty of time remaining. Gifts are distractions, and distractions keep me functional.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:26 p.m.
And it was a productive day. I got up at 7:30, spent half an hour waking up, and then reworked the first section of "Strandlings," the story I'm writing for Ellen Datlow. I don't usually do that, rewrite. But it needed it. Mostly, it just needed more. More detail. More oomph. So that's what I did. After all the changes, my net count for the day was only 311 words, but what the fuck. I got a very good email from a paleontologist in Texas whom I greatly admire, who is giving me a helping hand deciding what direction my research will take post-COVID-19. And then I signed 300+ signature pages for the Dark Regions Press limited edition of my short novel, La Belle Fleur Sauvage (you can pre-order now). Then I rewarded myself by playing GW2. I would have cranked up the Dremel 4000 and worked on Winifred, but it was unclear whether or not there might be more rain, and my jerry-rigged exhaust system that just barely makes it possible for me to do mechanical and chemical prep at home relies on dry weather.
So, not a bad day at all.
Last night we watched the episode of Young Sheldon and a couple of episodes of the most recent season of Naked and Afraid. Oh, and I've begun reading Ursuala K. Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness (1969). I know admitting this is probably scandalous, but somehow I never read Le Guin, so now I am remedying that. After The Left Hand of Darkness, I'll read The Lathe of Heaven (1971).
And once more, and shamelessly, I will post a link to my Amazon wish list. It's only the 12th, and my birthday isn't until the 26th, so you have plenty of time remaining. Gifts are distractions, and distractions keep me functional.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:26 p.m.