November 12th, 2016


"There's a lullaby for suffering and a paradox to blame."

Sunny this morning. The temperature is currently only 43˚F.

I tried to stay busy yesterday, trying to get back into the swing of things. Post-apocalypse life. There was some personal email, to my mom and Geoffrey. Mordicai Knode at had forwarded a request for an interview, from Stefan Fergus over at Civilian Reader, and I agreed. Katharine Duckett at Tor had forwarded a "holiday-themed" request from, asking authors to answer this question – "What’s the best book you’ve ever received as a present and why was it so special?" So, I wrote about the night in Hollywood that Christa bought me a copy of Katharine Dunn's Geek Love, back in May 1996. S.T. Joshi is reprinting "Dead Letter Office" (from Sirenia Digest #113, June 2015) in a Dark Regions Press anthology, Nightmare's Realm: New Tales of the Weird and Fantastic, and I had to proof the galleys for the story. I did. Then I had to go over the final-most galleys for Agents of Dreamland, so I did that and sent the four small problems I found to Jonathan Strahan. The postman brought a box from Subterranean Press, and I assumed that they were the signature sheets for Dear Sweet Filthy World, so I figured I would finish the day by signing those. But when I opened the box I discovered it actually contained my copies of the ARCs for Dear Sweet Filthy World, instead. They look good, but I must warn all reviewers that this is the most abominably error-riddled ARC I have ever in my life allowed to be released, and for that I am sorry. "Uncorrected" does not do the situation justice. But Tran's cover looks great. Also, vanilla Cheetos.

I'm trying to get back on that horse.

Late in the afternoon, before dinner, I played Guild Wars 2.

We finished watching Goliath last night, the new series on Amazon with Billy Bob Thorton and William Hurt, and I liked it quite a lot. We also finished watching Season Three of RuPaul's Drag Race. I'd expected Raja to win, and she did. But, all in all, Season Three was a bit dull, lackluster, a pale shadow of the marvelous things to come in seasons Four, Five, Six, Seven, and Eight. I'm not gonna bother with Season Two (and Season One is unavailable).

I went to bed around 2:30 a.m., but had trouble sleeping. Too much anxiety, too much fear, too much anger.

And that was yesterday.

Aunt Beast