Thinking too hard about my province’s Florida-inspired, Texas-spiced COVID response;
The start of my roof.
I have a call out for estimates on the latter, and I’m sure it will be terrifying.
So, let’s start off with some mild chills:
For those with more time to spare and a willingness to wait through a slow build-up, here’s one of my favourite Clark Ashton Smith stories, produced by the wonderful voice of Ian Gordon:
The host is being pestered. If you have a pressing pen question, my slow frequency of updates means that this Wayback Machine capture from January isn’t missing too much.
SO, the big news for this week, which I lift entire from my other enterprise:
I’ll mention that the image on the cover… does not represent my contribution, I will say… although “Wilden Klausen” does involve wearing a costume for a seasonal tradition.
I should also mention that the profits for this collection are going to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, which given the situation of the world over the last… dozen or two months, at least… seems like a service which could definitely use some funding. Since I’m not in the US, I will mention for those who wish to give directly that there is a Canadian version of the same thing.
† Rest assured that I will be slathering links around the place when the next issue goes live. Yes, another story of mine is getting publication. It actually sold quite some time ago, but I thought it best to keep it sub rosa it was about to come to full ripeness.
† This is a tricky question, given that I’m usually changing from hand-written to compu-typed in the second draft, but this time it’s all the latter. This means that I wasn’t keeping track of the amount of change happening, and since it’s add-remove-replace-add-move the quantitative difference from beginning to end it almost meaningless.
I had thought to get some writing done yesterday, but I put all my creative into getting pictures of pens and ink bottles all prettied up for the site, of which the only visible effect is the functional link to Namiki inks above.
Why, yes, I am slightly concerned that this is that Writers’ Block we hear so much about. But it’s also just as likely to be a confluence of stress of personal and international sorts, and since the US election seems to be going both in a hopeful direction and without open insurrection, easier breathing should be just on the horizon.
If you’re roughly my age and Canadian, you probably remember Count Floyd from SCTV. If you don’t, you’re on the internet, you’ll find a video soon enough.
I think I’ve mentioned I’ve been busy at work. Yesterday was ridiculous. Thus, here I am, watching the sun set on Hallowe’en itself, the night promising to bring nothing but wind to our door, setting up what should have been yesterday’s bumper crop of scares.
But I image you’re all sitting at home in semi- or quasi-lockdown, too.
Yesterday’s pen, from beyond the grave!… well… on-deck box: Parker 75 Yesterday’s really spooky ink: Edelstein Olivine