June 13th, 2015

The Red Tree

"And my plane, it will touch down on the day after tomorrow."

I'm almost unaccountably homesick today, as I was yesterday. It leaves me disoriented and anxious. But at least the cold is gone, for the moment. Currently, it's 78˚F and cloudy.

Yesterday, I finished the rough layout of the ms. for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales and then printed all 506 pages. This is not, however, the complete manuscript. I still have to add the excerpt from Daughter of Hounds and write the 25k-word novella (the latter won't happen until next month).

I'm thinking I'm not in the mood for this, writing a blog entry.

Maybe later.

Bestial,
Aunt Beast