Yesterday, I did another 1,200 words on "Galápagos." I think I may find THE END of this story as soon as tomorow evening. Last night, I emailed one of the anthology's two editors and asked if going to 9,000 words or so would be a problem. He wrote back and said (and I quote): "That should be fine. Keep it as short as you can, but let it go where it needs to." If only all editors were that understanding of the wild magick of storytelling.

Otherwise, yesterday was a fairly mundane day. I had a hot bath. Spooky made spaghetti for dinner. I wrote a description of the "Dr. Seuss as Weird Fiction" presentation I'll be giving at ReaderCon 20 in July. We watched four more episodes from Season One of The X-Files. And we played a little WoW. Best part of the latter was we got to see Level 80 Elite Tauren Chieftain play at the World's End Tavern in Shattrath. I took a really lousy screencap:





Shaharrazad is most emphatically not dancing with that male blood elf on her right. She was dancing with her one-eyed hovering pet, Willy (on her left). Suraa and Drusneth (Shah's succubus minion) are both just out of frame on the left.



That was pretty much yesterday.

smallpinkfish asks "Any almost birthday requests from humanity at large?" And, well, I've already requested pirate hookers and antique sex toys, but I also have that Amazon wish list thingy here, if you are so inclined.

Also, have a look at Spooky's Etsy shop, Dreaming Squid Dollworks. And, on that note, the platypus says "Snap to it, Kiernan." So I'd best get snapping.