August 29th, 2012

Shaw

"Feel the hollowness inside of your heart."

Nothing worth mentioning happened yesterday, or, at least nothing that it would be politic for me to here mention.

Four consecutive nights now hosting M. l'insomnie.

When this whole thing began back in 1992, I had no intention or desire to become the Embittered Author, railing against the idiocies of the publishing industry or the ignorance of readers. None of this was planned. I've never been terribly interested in planning, which, no doubt, will be my undoing.

Be That As It May,
Aunt Beast