And here by the ocean, the sky's full of leaves.
And what they can tell you depends on what you believe.
It's a maze. ~ "Amazed," Poe
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Ebay, kittens! The taxman cometh! Please, have a look. Round three of the "pay the taxes" auctions is drawing to a close, and we have two distinguished wallflowers.
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I am weary at being at war with Fay Grimmer, and so the past two days have been spent in a sort of détente, seeking a route by which I can finish this thing without recourse to serious violence. Or worse. I cannot love, or even like, every book I am called upon to write. What I can do is survive this book. I mean to survive the writing of this novel. It will be completed on Sunday, the 22nd of October. I only have to write 1,700 words a day. Or 425 words per four hours per day (lone day off to see the autumn foliage in Vermont and/or New Hampshire). Easy as falling off a log.
Writing for Sirenia Digest #82 is, essentially, taken care of, and the issue will go out the first week in October, to make up for being so abysmally late with #81. By the way, comments on the latest issue would be very, very welcome.
Meanwhile, I'm also working on Alabaster: Boxcar Tales, to be serialized in twelve issues of Dark Horse Presents, beginning in November. The past couple of days, Steve Leiber and I have been editing and tweaking artwork and text for the first installment.
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To
And now, off to the front lines.
Girded,
Aunt Beast
* With thanks to

I just want you to hurt like I do.
I just want you to hurt like I do.
I just want you to hurt like I do.
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do. ~ Randy Newman
Wait. Has it become "politically incorrect" to say that we have enemies? Does the Outrage Brigade object? Well, whatever. To quoth Brown Bird:
We file down our fangs,
On the bones of our foes...
...be they human, or be they paper...