January 20th, 2016

The Red Tree

Howard Hughes Should Know Better

Cold as fuck here. Currently, 29˚F, with the windchill at 21˚F. Not a cloud in the sky to calm the hideous blueness.

Yesterday, I finished the manuscript for Cambrian Tales: Juvenilia, just a little after 4 p.m., and then I sent it off to Subterranean Press. I don't yet have a release date. I'll post it when I know. I'm really very glad to have this one out of the way. I don't need to let my mind wander back there, all of those other lives. This one's plenty enough fucked up, thank you very much, without revisiting all the past fuck ups that are the history of me. And each story comes complete with its own unpleasant associations.

Yesterday was a shitty, wretched excuse for a day, and I'm just not up to this. At best, I slept five hours.

Aunt Beast