Ruin and Rain (104)
It seems our weirdly, ominously warm November is over. The high today was only 59˚F, overcast, with rain, and we have a freeze warning for tonight.
As wrong as the warmth and the dry were, I do so hate the cold and the wet.
I fucked up and slept late, until 7 p.m. I managed a paltry 597 words on the beginning of Section 7 of the new Tinfoil Dossier novella, but I'm not sure any of it is usable. Anyway, I'm setting the story aside until after Wednesday. All my work time for the next three days will be devoted to a "final" draft of MP2 that I can present to Jun on Wednesday afternoon. He's currently getting the images together, so I have to get this done now. I think my greatest enemy here, as so often is the case, is my almost complete lack of self confidence. This is something that often surprises people about me, or they simply refuse to believe it can possibly be true. Apparently, I project confidence. Well, good for me, but if I do so it is a sham. I need this text to read like I didn't spend 2003-2019 not doing paleontology.
The blackest of moods today, but miraculously I somehow worked.
There's no doubt
Of the future in my head.
It's all worked out,
I'd hate it to go left unsaid. ~ Catherine Wheel
Three documentaries this afternoon, an episode of Nova on the Nazca lines, an episode of American Experience on Mount Rushmore, and, lastly, the first half of a look at the origin of the alphabet.
And that was my day. Please visit the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (a bitter beast)
11:49 a.m. (October 27th, last gasp of summer's color)
As wrong as the warmth and the dry were, I do so hate the cold and the wet.
I fucked up and slept late, until 7 p.m. I managed a paltry 597 words on the beginning of Section 7 of the new Tinfoil Dossier novella, but I'm not sure any of it is usable. Anyway, I'm setting the story aside until after Wednesday. All my work time for the next three days will be devoted to a "final" draft of MP2 that I can present to Jun on Wednesday afternoon. He's currently getting the images together, so I have to get this done now. I think my greatest enemy here, as so often is the case, is my almost complete lack of self confidence. This is something that often surprises people about me, or they simply refuse to believe it can possibly be true. Apparently, I project confidence. Well, good for me, but if I do so it is a sham. I need this text to read like I didn't spend 2003-2019 not doing paleontology.
The blackest of moods today, but miraculously I somehow worked.
There's no doubt
Of the future in my head.
It's all worked out,
I'd hate it to go left unsaid. ~ Catherine Wheel
Three documentaries this afternoon, an episode of Nova on the Nazca lines, an episode of American Experience on Mount Rushmore, and, lastly, the first half of a look at the origin of the alphabet.
And that was my day. Please visit the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (a bitter beast)
11:49 a.m. (October 27th, last gasp of summer's color)