August 5th, 2018


"One evening, 1945..."

Sunny and bright today. Currently, it's 87˚F, with the heat index at 93˚F.

Yesterday, more proofreading for The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Tachyon). We made it through "The Ape's Wife," "Tidal Forces," and "The Mermaid of the Concrete Ocean." I'm getting frustrated that the summer is slipping away, and I have so much that needs to be written, and I'm mired in this fucking proofreading. Once this is done, I vow never to put myself in a situation where I have to read any of these stories again for a long, long time.

I haven't finished The Tindalos Asset for

I have two Dancy stories (10k words each) to write for Subterranean Press.

I owe my Patreon folks an actual novel.

Spooky hung some pictures yesterday. I did a little more unpacking. Last night, after hot dogs, we watched more of Ken Burns' Civil War documentary.

When I was a kid, way back when, we were given three full months of summer vacation. We got out right before Memorial Day and went back right after Labor Day. June, July, and August were summer vacation. I pity kids today, who seem to get almost no summer at all. We're taking more time to teach them far less. (I did grades 1-12 between 1970 and 1982).


11:20 p.m.