"With love we sleep. With doubt the vicious circle turns and burns."
By turns, sunny and cloudy today. Our high was 88˚F.
Today is Selwyn's tenth birthday. He is quite possibly the most wonderful cat in history.
I was up at 7 a.m. this morning, and by about 9:30 I'd written 2,059 words. Now, if you know anything about my writing habits, you know that I very rarely – as in almost never – manage to write more than 1,200 words in a day, and crossing that 2k threshold is so rare it's magic. But I was writing epistolary stuff set in 1903 and 1904, and the voice got a hold on me, and I just let it go. I may actually have to edit that section down slightly, for length.
Last night, we saw Ridley Scott's The House of Gucci (2021), and unusual film for Scott, but I thought it was very good. Also, we began watching the AppleTV+ series Slow Horses, in which Gary Oldman is flat out fucking brilliant.
Toady I watched two documentaries, one of the collapse of the St. Francis Dam failure in 1928 and one on the Russian Famine of 1921. And, from the new JVP, I read "First definitive abelisaurid theropod from the Late Cretaceous of Northwestern Argentina."
And that was my day.
Please don't forget the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11 a.m., the Man Himself
Today is Selwyn's tenth birthday. He is quite possibly the most wonderful cat in history.
I was up at 7 a.m. this morning, and by about 9:30 I'd written 2,059 words. Now, if you know anything about my writing habits, you know that I very rarely – as in almost never – manage to write more than 1,200 words in a day, and crossing that 2k threshold is so rare it's magic. But I was writing epistolary stuff set in 1903 and 1904, and the voice got a hold on me, and I just let it go. I may actually have to edit that section down slightly, for length.
Last night, we saw Ridley Scott's The House of Gucci (2021), and unusual film for Scott, but I thought it was very good. Also, we began watching the AppleTV+ series Slow Horses, in which Gary Oldman is flat out fucking brilliant.
Toady I watched two documentaries, one of the collapse of the St. Francis Dam failure in 1928 and one on the Russian Famine of 1921. And, from the new JVP, I read "First definitive abelisaurid theropod from the Late Cretaceous of Northwestern Argentina."
And that was my day.
Please don't forget the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11 a.m., the Man Himself