Some let me tell you of the raven's sins

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Yesterday I met wind05 in Harvard Square for dinner and book-browsing, read papersky's Farthing (excellent and immensely unreassuring: I may attempt to devote a post to it later), and started Nabokov's Ada or Ardor.

Today I learned from Ellen Datlow that my poem "Follow Me Home" (Lone Star Stories #19) will appear in the still-compiling Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: 21st Annual Collection.

October is the best month ever.

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Today I learned from Ellen Datlow that my poem "Follow Me Home" (Lone Star Stories #19) will appear in the still-compiling Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: 21st Collection.

Go, you. I love that poem.

October is the best month ever.

And it's only just the third day. You must be hiding something else important:).

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Go, you. I love that poem.

Thank you. I think you might have been the first person to read it.

And it's only just the third day.

Well, so far this autumn in general is awesome . . .

You must be hiding something else important

"For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather . . ."
—Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962)