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Sunny and hot today. We made it to 92˚F, I believe. Currently, it's 77˚F.

Today, I wrote 1,155 words on "Dreams of a Poor Wayfaring Stranger" and finished the second section of the story. And then I read "Santonian-Maastrichtian foraminiferal and ostracode biostratigraphy of the northern Gulf Coastal Plain, USA," in preparation for an overview of the Demopolis Chalk Formation in Alabama and Mississippi that I have to get written over the weekend.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Like I said, we're in a dry spell, checkwise, and it is likely to continue for a while, so everything helps. Thank you.


6:48 p.m.

A May of Faulkner

Hot today. Currently, it's 80˚F.

I tried to write the second section of the new Dancy story this morning, but there was an over-caffeination miscalculation that left me so jittery I was having trouble stringing words together. By the time it passed, I figured I was better off coming back to the story tomorrow. The tale consists of ten dream sequences, ten dreams Dancy has dreamt in her time on the road. Anyway, I wound up doing some paleo' work before heading over to the McWane Center late in the afternoon, to talk fossil turtles and stratigraphy and such with Jun Ebersole. I probably won't make it back over to McWane until this story is finished.

Please have a peek at the current eBay auctions. We're in one of those very protracted between-checks places, which always seem to come in early summer/late spring, near mine and Spooky's damn birthdays. Anyway, thanks. May you see some something there you cannot live without. Also, there's Spooky's Etsy shop, where she sells the cool things she makes.

I turn 55 on Sunday. Damn, that looks weird in writing.


5:21 p.m.
A hot day. No storms. Currently, it's still 80˚F. I didn't leave the house.

Today, despite a headache I've had since night before last, I did 1,168 words on a new Dancy story for Subterranean Press, "Dreams of a Poor Wayfaring Stranger."

Oh, and two nights of not much more than four or five hours sleep each. Last night, I went to bed and watched all of Apocalypse Now, which I'd not done in awhile. Watched the film all the way through, I mean.

I had my doctor yesterday afternoon, about the Cough, and she gave me a prescription for Tessalon Perles, which seems to be helping. This year, I was just too worn out to endure however many more weeks of the Cough remain without trying to find something to stop it.

But there's still this headache. I spent most of the afternoon and tonight laying on the air mattress, watching a series about climbers on Mount Everest. For dinner, I managed some steak fries with cheese and mustard.

Please have a look at the eBay auctions. Thank you!

Oh. I almost forgot. Spooky had to take Selwyn to the vet this morning, and he was a Big Brave Dog and is fine. Also, he now weighs 18 lbs.


10 a.m.

"Sometimes duty is the death of love.”

A hot day, cloudy late in the afternoon. Currently, it's 75˚F.

And we've seen the final episode of Game of Thrones. No spoilers here. But I say it was beautiful and brilliant and a fitting ending. Thank you David Benioff, D. B. Weiss, George R.R. Martin, HBO, and every single person who spent the past eleven years making me fall in love with Westeros. Take a bow.

This morning I proofread "The Tameness of Wolves," then I put together Sirenia Digest 161. Tonight, it went out to subscribers.

I coughed all damn day and night. Gonna go to bed now. But please have a look at the eBay auctions.


11:59 a.m.
Except that I was able to work and the weather was good, it was a shitty day.

The Cough was terrible. It still is. I'm seeing my doctor on Monday, so...

Today, I wrote 1,585 words on "The Tameness of Wolves" and found THE END. This story will appear in Sirenia Digest 161, which though it is the June issue, may reach subscribers as soon as tomorrow night. Yes, that means two issues in May, which was necessary to buy a big chunk of unbroken time to write two Dancy stories for Subterranean Press. I doubted I could do it, but I have. And I actually like "The Tameness of Wolves" a lot.

Tonight, we watched two movies. First, Ricky Kennedy's The History of Time Travel (2014), which wasn't very good, and then Adam Robitel's Escape Room (2019), which was undeniably dumb, but in a mostly fun way.

The eBay auctions are ongoing. Please have a look. Thanks.


11:05 p.m.
Another hottish day, with storms near sunset.

This morning, after not getting very much sleep and getting up about 6:30, I wrote 1,150 words on a piece titled "The Tameness of Wolves," another vignette. I'll say more about it tomorrow. I think that, right now, I'm not much in the mood for the journal. I spent much of the day on my back, too tired to be useful. But at least I got the writing done.

The Cough was better yesterday. Today, it was back with a vengeance.

I began reading Absalom, Absalom! today.

Spooky made a pot of chili and worked on a puppet she's making.

Tonight, we watched Andy Muschietti's adaptation of It again.

Counting today, I turn 55 in 9 days. It doesn't seem the least bit real, just profoundly depressing (and please do not regale me with tales of how you are So Much Older).

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. as I mentioned, we have a rent hike to contend with. Thank you.


11:04 p.m.

King Lizards and Lizard Kings

I am utterly exhausted tonight, but it was good day, all the same. The Cough was better again. So, maybe it will be gone soon. It was a hottish day, about 85˚F, before the heat index.

We left Birmingham about 11 a.m. and made it to Tuscaloosa about noon, though I wasn't supposed to be at the museum until an hour later. Spooky and I killed some time looking at the exhibits, a thing I'd not done since, probably, 1997 or so, and the museum has changed a lot since then. It's changed a whole lot since my very first visit, which was back about 1980, I think. There are some beautiful mosasaurs on display and a superb Basilosaurus cetoides (the Alabama state fossil) hanging from the gallery ceiling (see photo below). The museum is in Smith Hall, built between 1907 and 1909. Anyway, while I didn't exactly accomplish all the things I set out to do, it was profitable, nonetheless. Drew Gentry was there, as well, examining yet another new Cretaceous turtle. I spent my time with mosasaurs, sawfish, and sharks. Spooky discovered a cabinet filled with mothballed possums.

As we were driving back into Birmingham, a little after five, thunderstorms were building up over the city. We made it home before the rain started. After rumbling thunder and lightning, we had a very fine sunset, gold shifting to pink.

Fuck all, I'm tired.

Tonight, after dinner, we watched Jennifer Lawrence in Francis Lawrence's Red Sparrow (2018). No relation, by the way.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. We have a rent hike to contend with. Thank you.


12:37 p.m.
The cough was almost gone, and then it came roaring back last night. I'm woozy and sore, and I can hardly talk, and tomorrow I have to be at the UA Museum in Tuscaloosa.

We spent the day out, mostly. It was sunny, mostly. I went to Alabama Outdoors in Homewood looking for a new field hat. I went to Reed Books downtown to find a copy of Absalom! Absalom!. I found a copy of the Disney recording of Peter and the Wolf, which was my favorite record in the world about 1967 or so. Used to scare the shit out of me. I'd have bought that copy today, but it was very scratched up.

Today, Selwyn turned seven.

“A story should be a finished work before it is shown. And after that, I will not allow anyone to change anything, and I will not change anything on anyone’s advice. ‘Here is my story. It’s a finished story. Take it or leave it!’ ” ~ Katherine Anne Porter (A quote I try to live by.)


2:12 p.m.
Another wicked, ugly day behind my eyes. Only, this time I wasn't productive.

The unseasonable chill in the air and the vacant blue sky did not help, the either of them. I swear, it seems I have not seen this sky since we left Providence. But it will be warmer again tomorrow. Currently, it's 59˚F.

We spent a chunk of the day at my mom's, doing laundry. That was the best I can say about today. At least I have clean underwear to show for it.

And this photo of Mom's day lilies.

Oh, and Doris Day and Tim Conway are dead.


1:49 p.m.

3 Million Billion Trillion Bullets

Sunny today and a little warmer. We'll be back in the eighties by Wednesday.

I spent the morning getting the digest together, and then I emailed all the files to thingunderthest, and he made a PDF, which Spooky will send out to subscribers this very night. That's two issues in about two weeks. Go me. I hope that you will enjoy "The Last Thing You Should Do."

It was a vile day, inside my head, all anger and depression and coughing. I am amazed I worked. I lost the afternoon, though.

There are spoilers ahead, but today the whole damn internet was a Game of Thrones spoiler.

I fear some people may have misunderstood my meaning as regards Games of Thrones last night. In point of fact, I think "The Bells" was brilliant. It was even beautiful, at times. It was also horrific, one of the most horrific things I ever have seen on TV, but it was brilliant, and it follows logically from all that has gone before it. That it isn't the way I wanted things to go is irrelevant. That it was painful to watch is irrelevant. That it means someone you and I might have loved and might have thought of as a hero is actually an insane, mass-murdering villain, that's irrelevant. It was always one possible outcome, Daenerys losing herself to madness, one that has seemed ever more likely the last couple of seasons. And it was done right. Bravo, no matter how hard it was for me (or you) to watch.

I admit I find it kind of amusing that so many children have been named Daenerys and Khaleesi. Note to prospective parents: Wait until you know the end of a story before you name your kid after a character, because to do otherwise is foolish. On the other hand, Eadya daenerys has become very fitting, indeed.

Speaking of nuclear anxiety, we watched the second episode of Chernobyl on HBO tonight. On the one hand (again), it's extremely good, though, like "The Bells," terrifying to watch. On the other hand, the fact that almost everyone has a British accent is exceedingly distracting, because all the characters are Soviet.

This morning, I finished reading The Sound and the Fury. I think I'm reading Absalom, Absalom! next.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Every little bit helps. Thanks.


6:34 p.m.
God, I'm tired. Another rainy day. A genuinely rainy day, though we got sun late in the afternoon. Currently, it's 68˚F.

Today, I wrote 1,557 words and finished the new vignette, which I have titled "The Last Thing You Should Do." It will be featured in Sirenia Digest 160, which may go out to subscribers as early as tomorrow night.

Tonight, of course, we saw Episode 73 of Game of Thrones, "The Bells." However horrible I might have thought "The Long Night" was, it was a shadow show next to the nightmare of "The Bells." Really, I didn't want to see that. But there's only one episode left.

Please do have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.


9:49 p.m.

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An only mostly cloudy day, and rain again tonight. Currently, it's 70˚F.

Today, I began a new vignette for Sirenia Digest 160. I did 1,107 words.

Tonight, after GW2 and hot dogs, we watched Justin Kelly's JT Leroy (2019), which, despite a good performance by Laura Dern, fails to measure up to the documentaries and the actual weirdness, sleaze, and scandal of the genuine events. Oh, and speaking of GW2, I forgot to note that my latest character, Mandy Hansen, a human engineer, reach Level 80 yesterday. I've discovered the Holosmith specialization is pretty cool.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.

Later Taters,

8:51 p.m.

A Walrus Out of Water

I thought it was going to be another stormy day, but the weather held until after dark. There was a good bit a sun. A nice day. Currently, it's rainy and 70˚F.

This morning, I sent The Tindalos Asset away to Jonathan Strahan, and that's a load off my shoulders. Now, I'm going to write a couple of short pieces for Sirenia Digest before I write two new Dancy Flammarion short stories.

I also did a little paleontology-related stuff today, mostly email, planning for a visit to the State Museum in Tuscaloosa late next week. And after work, we made a run to Publix and then over to the botanical gardens where we talked with chipmunks and turtles.

Last night, we saw a really excellent two-part American Experience, "The Circus."

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.


1:39 p.m.

Humbug and Tuna

A stormy day today. Currently, it's 67˚F.

I spent another three and a half hours on The Tindalos Asset today, and in the morning I'll send it to my editor, Jonathan Strahan. And for a while it will be out of my hands. Certainly, I can now say that it is finished. Today, I added a few bits here and there and did some more line edits and, lastly, rewrote the end of Section 12. It's time for me to start writing something that isn't this story.


4:51 p.m.

The Wood Roach and the Wolf Spider

A fine day today, high eighties Fahrenheit, thunderstorms in the evening. Currently, it's 76˚

The Cough is a little better. I'm not half so tired, and I'm breathing better. And I did a lot of work today on The Tindalos Asset, but I didn't finish. One more day will be needed, so...I lied. Today, line edits, and then I pretty much rewrote Section 17, and I finally wrote the author's note.

When I was done working, Spooky kindly took me out into the sun and drove me about for a bit, just so I would be out of the house. Then we walked around out back and looked for lizards, but, unfortunately, saw nary a one..

Tonight, we watched Terry Gilliam's The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2018).

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. You know. Books.


4:16 p.m.

Lydia yowled to hear her own voice.

Yeah, so...still coughing. Seems I was overly optimistic the other night when I said I was feeling better. In between lying on my back, though, I have managed a little work. Today, I did line edits through most of the ms. of The Tindalos Asset. I have vowed that tomorrow is the last day I will allow myself to work on the novella before it's submitted. We shall see if I can keep my word.

I was notified this afternoon that both Black Helicopters and The Dinosaur Tourist are finalists for the 2019 Locus Award.

Since last Wednesday at the museum, I've hardly left the house.

Anyway, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. They end tomorrow, I think.


8:50 p.m.

"She's hateful, and so am I."

A day that started cloudy, but the sun returned in the afternoon. It was cooler today, only about 75˚F, but the warmer weather will be back tomorrow.

And the Cough has backed off again, I think. I felt much better today, stronger and less trouble breathing. And I was able to to work. I spent three and a half hours editing The Tindalos Asset, with special attention to sections Ten, Eleven, Sixteen, and Seventeen. Tomorrow Spooky and I will read the whole thing again, start to finish (again). It's the last time I'm going to do that before sending the ms. to Tor.

Tonight, there was Chinese takeout and Game of Thrones. We watch "The Long Night" a second time before tonight's episode.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.


10:36 p.m.

On the other hand...

I'm better tonight, I think. Coughing less, though I was weak all day from coughing so much the past few days.

A rainy night, after a rainy day. Currently, it's 69˚F.

I got a little work done today on The Tindalos Asset. I had Spooky read me sections 12 and 15 aloud, and then I made some edits to them. She reads better than I do, anyhow. Most importantly, I think I've decided that an unwritten nineteenth section isn't necessary, which is a relief. So, now it's mostly a matter of polishing.

Last night, we watched Joe Berlinger's Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile (2019), and tonight we watched Brian Helgeland's excellent Legend (2015), which we had somehow never seen or even knew existed.

If you'd be so kind, please have a look at the current eBay auctions.


1:08 p.m.


Another day lost to the cough. Aside from a trip to the pharmacy with Spooky, I spent most of it, and all of the night, on my back, because the less I move and the less I speak the less I cough. At least I did sleep well last night. I seem to be a little better tonight.

I began reading The Sound and the Fury this morning, which I've not read since college.

Oh, and we have a new round of eBay auctions up. Please have a look.


12:13 a.m.

"So worth the yearning for..."

I'm really too tired for this entry, but I don't want to miss another night. Between only having slept about seven hours in two nights and The Cough, well, I'm exhausted.

At least the weather has been very good. Eighties and a terrific thunderstorm in the middle of the night last night.

Yesterday at the museum went very well. I did some science, as Spooky says, gazing at glyptosaur osteoderms from the microscope, sorting them from the dental plates of phyllodontid fish (which look quite similar). And then Dave showed up with his students, and then there was (for me) a surprise visit to the lab by Dr. Scott Brande (UAB), one of my undergrad geology/paleontology professors, who I'd not seen in something like thirty years. And I met Drew Gentry, a whiz with mixing fossil turtles and Klingon jokes, and...it would have been even more wonderful had I not been so tired.

Today, I tried to get back to work on The Tindalos Asset, but I can't read aloud for the coughing, which is much worse today than it was yesterday, and proofreading without being able to read aloud is just about impossible for me. I read a good deal of it silently to myself, though. I hope for better tomorrow.

We're watching Todd Haynes' 2011 adaptation of Mildred Pierce, which is very good, as is Gentleman Jack, by the way. Suddenly, there's an awful lot of good television to be watched.

I think it's time to start reading Steinbeck again.


1:30 p.m.

"Lullabies, look in your eyes..."

We saw Avengers: Endgame today, at a 10:45 a.m. matinée at the Summit. I might have liked there have been half an hour trimmed off, but, all in all, I wasn't disappointed. And then we had to stop at Whole Foods for coffee, ramen, dish-washing detergent, pasta sauce, and Annie's mac and cheese. Otherwise, I stayed in all day.

That was the first time we'd been to the theater since December 22nd.

We made it to 86˚F, I think.

There's a great new review of The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan in Locus, courtesy Gary K. Wolfe.

I'm looking forward to McWane tomorrow.


1:27 p.m.
Given I only slept about three and a half hours last night, today went pretty good. I think we actually passed from warm weather to hot weather. The high was 86˚F, and I expect there was a heat index.

Today was the second anniversary of Hubero's death. I didn't realize it until Spooky reminded me tonight.

I finally got up at 7:25 this morning. I proofed "Metamorphosis C" and laid out Sirenia Digest 159. I sent it to Gordon, and he made a PDF from it, and then Spooky emailed it to all the subscribers. I read "Paleogene snakes of Mississippi," more research reading, and I tracked down three other papers on palaeophiid snakes to be read later.

I talked (on the phone, go me) with Jun Ebersole at the McWane Center. I'll be there again on Wednesday, in part to see Dr. David Schwimmer, a colleague and an old acquaintance (really, since about 1981) who's driving up from Columbus University in Georgia to talk dinosaurs.

Spooky made jambalaya for dinner.

It's time to get back to work on The Tindalos Asset, probably on Thursday. Time to polish it good and proper.

Later Taters,

6:24 p.m.

The Itchy Onion

Yeah, so...Game of Thrones E70, "The Long Night" (DON'T WORRY! NO SPOILERS HERE!)...good goddamn. I saw that one of the creators (I forget who) said they set themselves the goal of outdoing Peter Jackson's take on the Battle of Helm's Deep. Well, they did that, and then some. The Battle of Helm's Deep, turns out that was a fucking cakewalk. E70 was, all in all, perfect and beautiful and horrifying and sublime, and I almost cried twice.

It was quite warm here today. Our high was 81˚F, and it's still 71˚F. But the real heat is coming later in the week.

Today, I wrote 1,375 words and finished "Metamorphosis C."

And then I fucked off and spent the afternoon playing GW2 with Spooky, because every now and then we deserve a day like that, but we very rarely take them.

We've started watching Warrior on Cinemax, which is sorta Bruce Lee in 1870 San Francisco, in a style very like that of Peaky Blinders. With Kung Fu. I think Warrior might turn out to be good, and it has certainly gotten my attention.

My grateful thanks to the winning bidder on the illuminated Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales ARC. I'm decorating it pretty for you.


4:07 p.m.

This Day in History

This morning, I woke from the sort of dream that's a nightmare, even though you get one of your fondest fucking dreams. Waking up makes of it a nightmare. And that's how the day began for me, right about 7 a.m. I might have slept five hours, despite the pills I take to help me sleep. I got up and pissed and immediately took the photo for this entry.

I haven't mentioned that The Cough is back. Like usual, it rode the coattails of a cold (though any prolonged throat irritation can set it off), as it has been doing since about 1987.

Today, I did 1,024 words on a piece for Sirenia Digest 159 that I'm calling "Metamorphosis C." And then I cleaned some fossil bones (probably turtle) and tried to make sense of them.

I went to Publix with Spooky.

I played a little GW2, still leveling Mandy Hansen.

There was a short nap before dinner.

It was sunny, with a high of 79˚F.

Tonight, two movies. We started with Ridley Scott's Alien: Covenant (2017), which I liked better than I did in the theater, but which still isn't the film he'd wanted to make (Paradise) and which should rightfully have followed Prometheus, and that whole last half hour could have been blown out the airlock, with any number of other clichés weighing the film down. But damn, it's pretty to look at. The second feature was a delightfully askew thing directed by Mitzi Peirone called Braid (2018). Imagine if Dame Darcy were trying to make a film from We Have Always Lived in the Castle, but she kept getting it confused with Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Sorta.

Oh, and night before last we watched the first three episodes of Fosse/Verdon, but, for me, Roy Scheider will always be Bob Fosse.

Yeah, today didn't suck as bad as the last two did.

Once again, please check out this Very Special Ebay Auction we've got going on. Subterranean Press is letting us action ONE and ONLY ONE advance-reading copy of their forthcoming edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales before the book is released. And I'm going to emeblish many of the pages with doodles of Lovecraftian-ish monstrosities and prehistoric critters (like trilobites, ammonites, and crinoids). All proceeds go to shit not being free. The auction ends on Sunday, before Game of Thrones.

Later Taters,

7:09 a.m.

Howard Hughes Hangs On

Except for the return of the sun, there really was nothing to salvage this day. It was that bad. It was almost too much. But it will be over in thirty minutes.

The high was 73˚F.

I went with Spooky to the p.o.

We watched the new episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, and I'm admitting that I don't know if I'll finish the season. It's been heading downhill fast the last couple of seasons, and this season is just dull as dirt, and annoying to boot. It's painful to watch. The shark was jumped a while back.

Tonight, we watched Interstellar (2014) for the first time since August 18, 2016. It's still beautiful, even when my mind is in such an evil place.

Please check out this Very Special Ebay Auction we've got going on. Subterranean Press is letting us action ONE and ONLY ONE advance-reading copy of their forthcoming edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales before the book is released. And I'm going to emeblish many of the pages with doodles of Lovecraftian-ish monstrosities and prehistoric critters (like trilobites, ammonites, and crinoids). All proceeds go to shit not being free. The auction ends on Sunday, before Game of Thrones.


12:09 p.m.


I forget that, with only rare exceptions, I have, over the last twenty years or so, come to loathe bookstores. I forget how, more often than not, they just make me feel shitty and angry. I need some sort of a reminder, a string tied always about my thumb, so that excepting occasional used bookstores, I will always stay clear of them. Today, I went to Books-A-Million, and that's one reason it was a very, very miserable day.

No work today. Of any sort. It was an utterly lost day. And the weather was crap, just to make the picture seamless.

Okay, well...there was one good thing. Biden had finally announced his candidacy for President. There was that.

The shittiness of today actually began late yesterday afternoon, then sprawled over into today. I have to find a way to pull out of it by tomorrow.

Oh, and last night we watched Bohemian Rhapsody.

Blah, blah, blah.

Tonight's photo is of the only part of the bookstore that didn't piss me off.

Please check out this Very Special Ebay Auction we've got going on. Subterranean Press is letting us action ONE and ONLY ONE advance-reading copy of their forthcoming edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales before the book is released. And I'm going to emeblish many of the pages with doodles of Lovecraftian-ish monstrosities and prehistoric critters (like trilobites, ammonites, and crinoids). All proceeds go to shit not being free. The auction ends on Sunday, before Game of Thrones (because we're thoughtful like that).


1:53 p.m.


On this day in 1994, I moved out of the apartment at 1619 16th Avenue South, on Birmingham's Southside, where I'd lived since 1990, and went away to spend three years in Athens, Georgia. It was a vital and momentous and necessary move. I'm fairly certain it saved me from a dead end, that move. Maybe literally. Getting out of there and going to Athens might have saved my life. Today, twenty-five years later, I had Spooky drive me over to the old apartment building, which has stood there on the side of Red Mountain since 1920. I wanted to walk up the steep drive and around back, to my old door. But...I don't know. I couldn't. I visited the place a little while back, on January 26th. This is where I lived when I wrote The Five of Cups and where I began Silk. It where I lived when I made my first short-story sale in the summer of 1993. It was a dump, and many awful things happened to me there, and yet I can still be nostalgic for that place and that time. Standing on the street today, looking up at the red bricks, many faces came to mind, many names, and I miss them all, no matter how they came to feel about me.

For fuck's sake. People who were born the day I moved out of that apartment turned twenty-five today.

Anyway, after 16th Avenue, we headed over to the botanical gardens for a short while, to see the irises and roses.

Before all that, I worked, after waking up too early, around 7:25 a.m. from a nightmare of a terrorist attack on Birmingham. I swear, this entry refuses linearity. Anyway, I reworked and expanded the ending of Section 1 of The Tindalos Asset today, and then I read through Section 12 and made more changes. And the I read through Section 13 and just thought about it. And then there was glyptosaur reading.

It was a day, a weird, vaguely productive, groggy, somewhat sad sort of a day.

Oh, and I found out I may not need to have the final ms. for the novella into Jonathan Strahan until a month from now, so...maybe I'll set it aside and write something for the digest before moving forward with these edits. I hate when the digest is so late.


As I said last night, you guys need to check out this Very Special Ebay Auction we've got going on. Subterranean Press is letting us action ONE and ONLY ONE advance-reading copy of their forthcoming edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales before the book is released. And I'm going to embellish many of the pages with doodles of Lovecraftian-ish monstrosities and prehistoric critters (like trilobites, ammonites, and crinoids). All proceeds go to shit not being free. The auction ends on Sunday, before Game of Thrones (because we're thoughtful like that).

One more thing: Today, my contributor's copy of The Unicorn Anthology, edited by Peter S. Beagle and Jacob Weisman (Tachyon) arrived at the p.o. box. It reprints "The Maltese Unicorn" (surprisingly, perhaps, not my only unicorn story). Anyway, in his introduction to the book, Peter Beagle writes, "I think 'The Maltese Unicorn' just might be my favorite story in the collection." I think I almost cried when I saw that. Back about eighth grade, just after Christmas, I read The Last Unicorn, and it became and would always remain one of my favorite novels of all time. That would have been January 1978, and forty-one years later, I'm glad to know I've come full circle and given a little back to such a marvelous author.

This entry is dripping time, like honey.

Twenty-Five Years Later,

2:12 p.m.

Howard Hughes and the Groovy Lizards

I think I'm just about through this bug. I slept well, and it was a fine spring day. We made it to 83˚F. My window's still open, and my nose is almost clear enough that I can smell the night.

Today, I did a very extensive revision of Section 14 of The Tindalos Asset. There another couple of sections in need of revisions, and two new sections I need to write, and then a thorough polish of the whole manuscript...and then it will be "finished." It would be really fucking good if I could manage all that by, say, Saturday evening.

Once again, Sirenia Digest is gonna be late, and that's just the way the platypus crumbles.

After the writing work today, I began reading "Revision of the Paleogene genus Glyptosaurus (Reptilia: Anguidae)." I made it eleven pages before I finally ran out of steam and had to go lie down.

Tomorrow, I'll have more energy.

After last night's LJ entry, we watched Joe Dante's unexpectedly charming Matinee (1993). Tonight, we're watching Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume Two and Avengers: Infinity War, in preparation for Avengers: Endgame.

Meanwhile, you guys need to check out this Very Special Ebay Auction we've got going on. Subterranean Press is letting us action ONE and ONLY ONE advance-reading copy of their forthcoming edition of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales before the book is released. And I'm going to emeblish many of the pages with doodles of Lovecraftian-ish monstrosities and prehistoric critters (like trilobites, ammonites, and crinoids). All proceeds go to shit not being free. The auction ends on Sunday, before Game of Thrones (because we're thoughtful like that).

Later Taters,

3:27 p.m.

"Hit Parade on a stethoscope..."

Still sick. But I'm better now, I think, than when I woke this morning running a fever and too ill to get anything done today. I went out with Spooky to the market and discovered canned Wookiee. That was what I did today. Oh, and I went with Spooky to the p.o. to mail the signature pages for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales back to Subterranean Press.

Oh, except we got Milo's for dinner and watched American Graffiti (1973), because I'd not seen it since high school and Spooky'd never seen it. It's hard to believe there was a time when a) cars were sexy, b) Harrison Ford was young, and c) George Lucas was still a promising director. Oh, and last night after my LJ entry, we watched Jon S. Baird's Stan and Ollie (2018).

It was a beautiful day (apparently shadowed by George Lucas), even if I was too sick to fully appreciate it. We made 82˚F.

Later Taters,

12:39 p.m.

Bunny Beans

Still sick. But at least the sun was back in full today, and we made it to 76˚F. Spooky made me go out long enough to get fresh air and walk about the grounds a little (and take a very silly photo, below).

I tried to do the needed revisions to Section 14 of The Tindalos Asset, and I did make a little headway, but not nearly enough. It's one of the sections I need to expand a little to answer a valid issue raised by Jonathan Strahan after reading the ms. So, it's back to work on that tomorrow. I hope to be able to complete everything I need to complete on the novella's revisions by week's end, because I have to write something for Sirenia Digest 159, and I'd like to get the issue out before the beginning of May, because I need all of May to write the two new Dancy Flammarion stories I owe Subterranean Press.

And, of course, there's the paleo', too. One of first projects I'm taking on is the description of glyptosaur material from the Eocene of Alabama, and right now I'm doing a lot of background reading on the group. Today, I read "Late Paleocene glyptosaur (Reptilia: Anguidae) osteoderms from South Carolina, USA." And laid my hands on a copy of "Revision of the Paleogene genus Glyptosaurus (Reptilia: Anguidae)," a slightly intimidating 72 pg. monograph. I feel as if I need to learn it backwards and forwards.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Note that there's a copy of the original Subterranean Press edition of Black Helicopters (2013) that ends tomorrow.

That's what I did today, mostly. Last night, after posting my LJ entry, we watched Ariel Vromen's The Iceman (2012). Tonight, a third night of chili and an especially good new episode of Game of Thrones.

Later Taters,

4:05 p.m.

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