It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
Yesterday brought a 22 day personal rejection from Talebones for a couple poems. "Fun, but not for us."
Yesterday also brought much needed rain, along with plenty of thunder & lightning, sturmunddrang that would've made a nice backdrop to any Victorian mystery. Lisa and I sat in her upstairs office, watching the show through the window as we waited for the traditional follow thru: power goes out, shots fired, maid screams, lights come back up to reveal the Lord of the Manor sprawled dead in his dressing gown.
Hmm. That's technically me, so I guess it's a good thing it didn't happen.
Reading: Was The Book of Fritz Leiber, now is The Wanderer, by Fritz Leiber.