October 15th, 2016

Ellen Ripley 2

"Yeah, the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams."

Not well this morning. But I'm sort of awake. It's sunny. The sky is painfully blue. It's 55˚F.

Yesterday, I read through everything written so far on The Starkeeper, which comes to a paltry 22 pages. The last couple of weeks I've been dithering over whether to go back to work on it or set it aside and write Interstate Love Song first, then come back to The Starkeeper at a later date. Yesterday, I may have made the decision to do just that. There are a lot of good reasons for doing this. Also, yesterday I proofread two more stories from the Dear Sweet Filthy World galleys, "Tempest Witch" (Sirenia Digest #54, May 2010) and "Fairy Tale of the Maritime" (Sirenia Digest #57, August 2010). The latter is a really fine little tale, and I'd entirely forgotten about it. This is what happens when you write too damn much. You begin to forget entire short stories. Oh, and Sirenia Digest #129 went out to subscribers last night.

Ugh. I may be going back to bed.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thank you.

Yesterday, I quit the RP group I'd been a part of since April 2013. Today, I'm not sure how I feel about having left.

I had no idea how wonderfully fucking hilarious RuPaul's Drag Race is, never having watched it. Oh, and refreshingly raunchy. We watched three episodes last night, and it's just every sort of delightful. Maybe the eight seasons can see us through the election and another bitter New England winter.

Aunt Beast