Having lunch yesterday, which I rarely do (and yesterday it was a bit of chicken masala), I made the mistake of allowing myself to consider all that which has to be done over the next six or seven weeks or so. It looks like this:
1) Finish The Red Tree.
2) Write and produce Sirenia Digest nos. 35 and 36.
3) Write a short story for an anthology.
4) Make the trip to NYC for my KGB Bar reading on November 19th.
5) Write a couple of short non-fiction pieces for Weird Tales.
If I can just make it through to the beginning of December, I might even get a week or two off. Maybe.
Anything else about yesterday? Yesterday was the official end of the Howard's End sim in Second Life. As we were unable to sell the sim (no big surprise there), it was "abandoned" last night. I got a little sad about the whole thing, considering what might have been, but then I remembered what an ass pain SL had become since at least the implosion of the Dune sim back in February, and that made me feel better. And I know I still haven't written the entry detailing all the reasons Howards End was shut down. I think, at this point, if I ever get around to it, it's going to be more of an entry on why I finally found myself puking sick of SL. I will say, I think humanity is not yet ready for "second lives." Most people can't even seem to manage their first lives.
Spooky made a grand chicken stew for dinner. We watched Howard Hawks' Bringing Up Baby (1938), which is on that list of my most favorite movies ever. One I watch when I need a certain sort of comfort. There were many jokes about cats with saggy stomachs, made mostly at Hubero's expense. And yeah, I know there are no leopards in Brazil, and that there's no such bone as an "intercostal clavicle" So what. I do always find myself wishing that Baby would just eat George the Yapping Dog and be done with it.
Oh, and here are five photos from October 6th, our most recent trip down to Point Judith: