May 8th, 2016

The Red Tree

"I say her skinny legs could use sun."

I finished "Pillbug" on April 10th, and since then, I've hardly written. I want to blame it all on the weather, but I know that's a lie. The weather is merely one of the thugs holding me still. There are quite a few of them, all bunched up together.

Today, it's supposed to be a little warmer. But currently it's a miserable 51˚F, windchill at 47˚F. In May. Day before yesterday we had an afternoon temperature of 45˚F, with a 28˚F windchill. In May. Fuck Cold Spring. This is more accurately described as Green Winter.

I began work on a piece for Sirenia Digest #123 way back on April 23rd, and I hardly have two pages of prose. It's currently called "When Even the Darkness is Something to See."

I sleepwalked through yesterday, and today the anger is trying to find me again.

I want to be warm. I want sun and a sky that makes sense to me. I want to be home, and for me home is Birmingham.

Last night, we saw a perfectly wretched science-fiction film, which sadly we actually rented. Something called The 5th Wave, directed by someone named J Blakeson (no period after the J, because...), starring an antiseptically dull Chloë Grace Moretz (who has a really bad case of Child Actor Syndrome). The writing is rubbish, the acting is worse, and it isn't even eye candy. Stay away. Or abandon all hope. Whichever suits your fancy.

Aunt Beast