More stuff:

My poem, one of my very rare poems – "Atlantis" – is now up at Strange Horizons.

Congratulations and thank you to the winner of the deformed ARC of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart! Also, if you've not yet preordered a copy, the platypus, dodo, and moth men all say "Hop to it, kittens." I didn't say it. They said it. In unison. Creepifying, it was.

We are working to get Sirenia Digest #75 out to subscribers ASAP, and I apologize for the delay (though, as I have pointed out, it's not actually my fault). This whole thing is made all the more frustrating my the fact that the issue's layout was finished on Sunday, which means it should have gone out Sunday night or Monday. I'm going to try to have it out by tomorrow night, if all goes well, and I'm told a new copy of MS Word is en route, so this won't happen again next month.

Everyone who donated to the Kickstarter for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir still photos and trailers will be getting their rewards over the next couple of weeks. Last night, after dinner, after the reading, Spooky and I walked up Thayer Street to the CVS and picked up a bunch of the 4"x6" images kylecassidy had sent from Philadelphia.

The air was freezing and crystalline on Thayer Street last night, and the marquee of the Avon Theatre shone like a red and white beacon. There was canned Celtic music blaring from a pub, and shivering Brown students. Outside the place where I have my piercing done, we found stickers assuring us that Hagrid the Giant has a posse, which was somehow reassuring. Thayer makes Spooky sort of said, as its become so corporate since its heyday in the eighties and early nineties.

Oh, and she's sent all the 4"x6" postcards from "The Tale of the Ravens" Kickstarter, so those should be reaching those donors soon. We're driving the post office bahooties.

And I'm pretty sure that's all for now.

Knackered,
Aunt Beast