September 24th, 2016

Mars from Earth

"Send me the pillow, the one that you dream on."

Sunny and 62˚F here in Providence, and the first genuinely cool weather of the autumn is on its way. Tonight's low is forecast at 46˚F, and tomorrow's high may be only 64˚F. I hope I'm ready for this. Last night, my sinuses ached as the weather shifted and the rain began. But the rain is always one of the best sounds, just like Edna St. Vincent Millay promised it would, even to those of us still above ground.

Lately, I am longing for the days when people had time to read blogs. When they took the time to comment, so I knew I wasn't speaking to an empty room. But ain't it a fine echo chamber? And the world moves on, right?

Yesterday, I added 1,241 words of new prose to the Still Untitled Mars Novella (SUMN) and did a shit-ton more editing. Five hours. I'll very probably finish it this afternoon, and find a title. I'll likely need one more day to polish the text, but then it will be finished, and the manuscript for Mythos Tales (Centipede Press, 2017) will be whole again.

The very definition of disheartening is receiving my advance for the Brazilian edition (Portuguese language) of Two Worlds and In Between and discovering that a whopping 23.5% was taken by agent commissions and foreign taxes.

There are new eBay auctions. Please take a gander.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast