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LITERATURE IS NOT SAFE

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).

Longing,
Aunt Beast

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aarongp
Jul. 21st, 2012 10:49 pm (UTC)
Which means three consecutive months of days in the low to mid nineties.

We barely had two months of summer just gone. Nor did we get the longish tail into the autumn that keeps the weather warm until mid-April. By late March we were already getting cold snaps. That said, we've had a mild winter and even now as I look outside, the sun is bright and warmish.

This is the bed we have made and have to now lie in.


Edited at 2012-07-21 10:50 pm (UTC)