November 6th, 2016


"We were not born in sin." (Five Vicodin)

Mostly cloudy here in Providence, and the temperature is currently 48˚F.

I took two benadryl to sleep last night, and I'm still not awake.

"If you sit this election out and Trump wins by a few votes, many people are going to be dealing with that reality for their entire lives." ~ Senator Bernie Sanders

Yesterday, out of the blue, I somehow cleared away enough of the fear and anxiety of the election madness to begin a new piece for Sirenia Digest #130. It doesn't have a title yet, but I'm hopeful it will still be there today. Last night, I dropped in at Lovecraft Arts and Sciences Council for a top-secret ninja reading from Agents of Dreamland. It went well, and it buoyed my spirits just a bit. It also left me looking forward to the book tour this spring. I am greatly encouraged by how much people seem to like the book, my divergent Lovecraftiness spy noir by way of John Le Carré and William S. Burroughs and...well, maybe you get the picture. I know how I wear my influences on my sleeve. By the way, the first date on the Agents of Dreamland book tour will be at Lovecraft Arts and Sciences Council at the Providence Arcade in late February.

Victoria Dalpe, Catherine Grant, Hazel Hill, and Farah Rose Smith also read last night. My grateful thanks to Niels Hobbs and crew.

Finding a parking place was an utter bitch, and we had to drive around downtown for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer. There was a WaterFire going on, and The King and I at the Providence Performing Arts Center and something at Trinity Rep and all the Saturday night people flooding into the bars and restaurants. The reading itself wasn't very photogenic, but I have a great shot of us driving along Westminster trying to find a place to fucking park:

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast