Feeling blech today. Tired and sinus-y.
One week of work left and then I am left to my own devices, for better or worse.
Have started revising Talassio and making notes for a short story, but cannot get moving today. Also trying to get through the end of A Place of Greater Safety, but I am laden with foreboding and conflicted emotions. The book is making me sad. It also wields a veritable tool chest of writing strategems, which is inspiring when I have energy and daunting when I don’t. It would be interesting to see some academic takes on it, see someone get paid to pick apart the many mechanisms. Have to look into that.
Roxane Gay is reading on Wednesday and I will be there, sinuses willing. I even have an elephant for her. Practicing my swooning.