October 24th, 2016

Starbuck 3

"And what ain't living can never really die."

Sunny today. The high is currently 57˚F.

This is the last day I can spend on these two sets of galleys, for Dear Sweet Filthy World and Agents of Dreamland. Which means it's going to be a very, very long day. Yesterday, from the former, I proofed "Interstate Love Song (Murder Ballad No. 8)" and the whole of the The Aubergine Alphabet. Today, I'll be making a final pass through the novella, while Spooky attends to about 300 (no exaggeration) possible corrections in the collection that Subterranean Press marked. Tomorrow, it all goes back into the mail.

I'm going to lose Thursday and Friday to doctors appointments.

The wind has pulled most the leaves off the tree outside my office window.The cold is closing in. I have to keep it from dragging me down, and I have to keep it from becoming a distraction.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast