"Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore." (93)
A sunny first day of November. Our high was 72˚F.
I worked on coloring the monster doodles I owe people. Sorry this is taking so long. I truly am. I tried to start a new story for the digest but only wrote a few hundred words. My greatest achievement was going over the gigantic ms. for Bradbury Weather one last time and sending it away to Subterranean Press. It includes what has to be the most audacious – and perhaps offensive – author's biography in history. Harlan would be proud.
Kathryn and I sat down and talked for an hour today about how we are going to survive what is coming. It was a grim conversation, but I think we have begun to arrive at a feasible plan.
The shape of things to come. You better fucking believe it.
We had a "scary" triple feature for Halloween night: It's the Great Pumpikin, Charlie Brown (1966), Tim Burton's Beetlejuice (1988), and Francis Fort Coppolla's Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992),
Here's the Big Cartel shop. Every penny helps.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:37 p.m.
I worked on coloring the monster doodles I owe people. Sorry this is taking so long. I truly am. I tried to start a new story for the digest but only wrote a few hundred words. My greatest achievement was going over the gigantic ms. for Bradbury Weather one last time and sending it away to Subterranean Press. It includes what has to be the most audacious – and perhaps offensive – author's biography in history. Harlan would be proud.
Kathryn and I sat down and talked for an hour today about how we are going to survive what is coming. It was a grim conversation, but I think we have begun to arrive at a feasible plan.
The shape of things to come. You better fucking believe it.
We had a "scary" triple feature for Halloween night: It's the Great Pumpikin, Charlie Brown (1966), Tim Burton's Beetlejuice (1988), and Francis Fort Coppolla's Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992),
Here's the Big Cartel shop. Every penny helps.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:37 p.m.