September 26th, 2016

Mars from Earth

"Call me morbid, call me pale."

A chilly morning in Providence. We had a low of 44˚F last night. Today, the high will be somewhere in the neighborhood of 67˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,251 words on the short novella that is, indeed, now titled M is for Mars, and I finished it. Finally. The "final" (prior to line edits) word count is 16,579 words. I began work on this story nine years ago, on July 23, 2007, then shelved it a month later. I've never before had anything lay fallow even half that long before I complete it. In the end, in THE END, it's a very different beast than I'd originally intended it to be. And now the ms. for Mythos Tales is once again complete. The book will be out sometime next year.

Please peruse the current eBay auctions. Thank you.

Again, my thanks to people who have commented the past couple of days. It really is easy, these days, to begin to feel as if no one's reading along, and there's no point in a journal being public if the journal's author is the only person reading it.

Caffeine, please.

Aunt Beast