January 8th, 2016

The Red Tree

"...that my rushing blood was a river, my eyes two stars.

The sky is hidden away today. Currently, it's 39˚F, with the windchill at 32˚F.

So far, I've only left the house once in 2016.

Yesterday, somehow I managed to only write 295 words on "Eurydice Eduction."

Happy birthday, David Bowie.

Subterranean Press reports that, only one month after publication, the trade edition of Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume Two) has sold out and only nineteen copies of the limited edition remain.

Yesterday was the sort of day you don't write about.

Aunt Beast