What a mad, stressful Wednesday after a dry January in which I not only got rolling on my horror-novel-number-two revisions for Monstrous, the short-story revisions for my collection Fear Itself and filed a book review, I also landed a new job. But more on that later, once the letter of offer is all wrapped up.
Today’s been all worrying about ice damming on the roof, leaking into our master bedroom, as in 2021. Ice damming occurs when layers of snow and ice accumulate on the roof. The simplest way to describe it as that the bottom-most layer warms because of the ambient heat in the house, melting any snow or ice there, which then flows under the eavestroughs, frozen over with ice from the subzero temperature, and the water finds any which way it can into the house. So it's like a horny teenager trying to find any which way to get relief.
Pardon the bawdy comparison, but I feel I'm allowed the dirty reference or two, given all that is happening simultaneously.
So I have been up there, not getting sexual gratification, mind you, but shoveling snow, or wiping the water leaking above the window into our room. That has been most of my day, really. Hence my use of “stressful”.
On the
other hand, as is typical in the writing life, there are compensations. At the
same time, I am feeling ... somewhat pleased?
Three major Lethe Press projects I worked on in terrible 2021 are possible Write-in votes for the Locus Magazine Awards. The Locus Awards are an annual set of literary awards voted on by readers of the science fiction and fantasy magazine Locus, a monthly based in Oakland, California and are normally presented at an annual banquet.
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