But, truthfully, there has been very little to say, which makes me reluctant to say anything.
I've been trying to get a new vignette started, for Sirenia Digest #46, something to accompany "Shipwrecks Above." But so far nothing. I did make a halfhearted effort to clean the office on Thursday to clean my office, and it is cleaner. The rest of the week is a blur.
So, yes...Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press has confirmed that the Alabaster trade paperback is now sold out. There are no plans for a second printing. There are, however, a few copies of A is for Alien remaining.
And, of course, The Red Tree.
Yesterday, after I discovered that nothing would get written, we drove down to Saunderstown, to Spooky's parents' place. The day was chilly, but too bright, too blue. The trees are just beginning to turn.
I hardly saw summer. I can't imagine that I'm prepared for autumn.