greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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Is *this* what it feels like? How would I *know*?

Sunny here, but only 49˚Fahrenheit.

And I'll not say anything about that blue sky.

Yesterday, it was my intent to write ~1,500 words on Chapter Five of Fay Grimmer. But, instead, I began compiling and formatting the manuscript for the next short-story collection (coming in 2013, details TBA). Tedious work, but it left my mind free to begin moving back into the novel after what has become a two-day absence from it (a "loss" of ~3k words). Today, with luck, I can achieve reentry. If only that thought were as dirty as it sounds.

Spooky just said, "Oh, my god. Kirstie Alley has pet lemurs." She apparently has many lemurs. Most likely, this is something I didn't want to know. Though, I will admit that once, back when she was Lieutenant Saavik, I did sort of have the hots for Kirstie Alley. But it was the pointy ears and that icy Vulcan demeanor, not fantasies of possible lemurs.

I'm really not going to think of anything better than Kirstie Alley and pet lemurs, so, I'll wrap this up. Please preorder Alabaster: Wolves, the collected hardcover, if you've not already. Or a blackbird may pay a visit to your home.

Oh, Sirenia Digest #82 will go out sometime this coming week.

Paranoider,
Aunt Beast
Tags: cold, fay grimmer, not a kid anymore, not writing, primates, short fiction, tedium, vulcans
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