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My thanks to lilith_333 for that subject line. And my thanks to everyone who commented yesterday; I think I managed to respond to you all. Which is the least I can do, if you take the time to comment. However, I'm tabling these issues for the next couple of days. Or else the deadlines will eat me alive.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,031 words on "One Tree Hill (The World As Cataclysm)." It's shaping up to be a longer than usual story for the digest, possibly, and one written with a more precise than usual language. The added degree of precision, that of the narrator's (or interauthor's) voice, is making it slower to write. But I like where it's going.

In Providence, it's sunny again. The forecast high is only 78˚F. Which I know sounds like heaven to everyone stuck in those parts of the country (and world) getting the worst of what summer and climate change has to offer. But I need genuine summer. Which means three consecutive months of days in the low to mid nineties. This is something I will never get in New England. I know that now. Anyway, I will go to the sea at least once next week. Meanwhile, I write while Spooky moves furniture about and makes trips to the storage unit (these are good things).

Aunt Beast


Jul. 21st, 2012 06:07 pm (UTC)
I fear summer as it was once known will be lost thanks to our meddling. Once, June and July stayed at a lovely eighty-some plus degrees, moderate humidity, with just enough rolling around in the air for a surprise thunderstorm.

Now, that describes September and October. Heat in the hundreds and massive humidity waterboard the city. One can't do much more than stand and sweat. My friend's pool is now blood warm. Even the playful bite of that first step into the water is gone.
Jul. 21st, 2012 06:45 pm (UTC)

corucia said here a few days ago (and I'm paraphrasing), "We're all in a disaster film. It's just that the disaster is occurring so slowly most people don't notice."

This is what we've made.