January 18th, 2018


Howard Hughes and the Lingering White Scum

Someday, I'm going to gather up all my Howard Hughes titles...

Currently, it's 28˚F in Providence, with the windchill at 22˚F. The sun is out, and the sky is blue. Yesterday's snow didn't amount to much, and it's already melting away.

Yesterday, I proofread "Whisper Road (Murder Ballad No. 9)," "Animals Pull the Night Around Their Shoulders," and "Untitled Psychiatrist No. 2." I read the first two aloud to Spooky, and they're really two of the best things I've written in the last few years. Today, I'm going to make a push to finish proofing the ms. of The Dinosaur Tourist (though I'll still have to proof the three Dancy stories that will comprise the accompanying chapbook). I've got to get a story written for Sirenia Digest No. 144.

And I have to start fighting back against this depression. I'm tired of it having the upper hand.

When LJ decided to make hyperlinks from pound signs (hash tags), they really screwed the pooch.

Aunt Beast

10:40 a.m. (yesterday)