Like oak leaves in autumn, cascading on stiles

[sovay]

Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, R.I.P. I grew up on this series. Each year I bought the new collection, scoured used book stores for past years; I discovered writers through them—they were the reprint market to which all short stories and poems aspired. They were a field guide as well as a gathering of flowers. And I am not, not pleased to see them go.

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[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Well, THAT's the cherry on the shit sundae.

Not ONLY are we not pregnant this month, I can't hoard up my Barnes and Noble GC from the holidays in order to run out and buy YBF&H.

I think I'm going to go engage in full-on nervous collapse now.

[sovay]

I can't hoard up my Barnes and Noble GC from the holidays in order to run out and buy YBF&H.

Yeah. Intellectually, it's a terrible loss for the field; and forget the landscape of fiction, I wanted to read this year's collection! I do not like writing obituaries for books.

I think I'm going to go engage in full-on nervous collapse now.

*hugs*

Please do not. I like you uncollapsed.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

It is a terrible loss for the field. I never cared quite as much for it post-Datlow-Windling, but that was me, and I did find SOMETHING -- multiple somethings -- to love every year.

The collapse is from housing crisis/leftover miscarriage emotional trappings/my actually quite enjoyable job/hating people for no logical reason and feeling like a hypocrite/a sinus infection. All at once. I am sure you can relate.

[sovay]

All at once. I am sure you can relate.

Yes.

You are loved.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You too are loved.

Do you know any rabid goats I could borrow?

[sovay]

Do you know any rabid goats I could borrow?

I don't even know any healthy goats. There used to be llamas at Wilson Farms. Is that an acceptable substitute?

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

No, no. Rabid. *sighs* But llamas do spit...