July 5th, 2017

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"Were they telling me to run?"

Sunny and blue today, currently 80˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,250 words and finished "Fairy Tale of Wood Street." The total word count comes to 7,589 words. I'm fairly certain this is the best short story I've written in a long while. Maybe in years. It will be featured in Sirenia Digest No. 137, which will go out to subscribers later this week.

I think we're driving to New Haven today, to the Peabody Museum of Natural History at Yale. I need some time with the dinosaurs. I need some time in world, while it still exists. I need to be away from pixels and surrounded by the actual.

I think I've reached the point where I'm going to dump all social media (except my blog) and both my email accounts. If people want to contact me, they can call me or my agents or send a goddamn letter. The internet is quite literally on the verge of destroying the world (unless North Korea gets there first), and I no longer wish to be a part of it.*

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast



6:34 p.m.


*And don't give me any nonsense about how "the good outweighs the bad." It absolutely does not. "Or "it can also be a force for good." No, not really. Not at all. It can never hope to redeem itself for the evil that has been worked through it.