February 3rd, 2018


"The stillness still that doesn't end."

Sunny, but bitterly cold this morning. When I got up it was 17˚F, with the windchill at 6˚F. Currently, it's 20˚F, with the windchill at 9˚F.

So, night before last I somehow didn't take my Lamictal, which means that yesterday I went into withdrawal. Before we figured out that I'd not taken it. I was fairly ill most of the day, and I didn't get the Digest out, but I did at least manage to deal with the proofing and line edits for "As Water Is In Water." Today, I will do the work I was supposed to do yesterday.

We'll be heading to Leeds on the 15th or 16th, and before then I need to write something for Sirenia Digest 145, the issue after the one Im putting together today. And get the line edits for The Dinosaur Tourist finished and send the ms. to SubPress. And I need to get the ms. for the Silk 20th-anniversary edition off to Centipede Press. All of that in two weeks.

Yesterday, the mail brought me S.T. Joshi's Varieties of the Weird Tale (Hippocampus Press), a collection of his writings on weird fiction, including the introduction he wrote for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea (2016).

Last night, we watched Dorota Kobiela and Hugh Welchman's truly breathtaking Loving Vincent (2017), an animated film created entirely from oil paintings.

Aunt Beast

3:42 p.m.