January 10th, 2016

The Red Tree

"And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees."

The sun's not coming up today. Just a dark, dark grey spilling sheets of rain, on this freakishly warm New England day in January. Currently, it's 54˚F, though it only feels like 40˚F. I seriously considered not getting out of bed today. If I'm lucky, I slept six hours.

No, I didn't write yesterday. I'm stuck on this "Eurydice Eduction" piece. Probably, I should have left it alone, let it become another false/start, but it seemed like a good idea to try and finish, days and days ago, when I thought I could do that in only three or four days. Today I mean to make an end to it, one way of another. I hope.

My copies of the Romanian edition of The Drowning Girl arrived. In Bucharest, it's Fată înecându-se: O autobiografie.

Anyway, instead of writing I left the house for only the second time in 2016. I went with Spooky to the market. At least it was overcast and so I didn't have to see that hungry New England sky.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.

Again, apologies for the lateness of Sirenia Digest #119.

Aunt Beast