GNYARR!

(If you're wondering about this title, go check out scans-daily, where they've re"printed" a superlatively [ha, ha] crazy Superman Elseworlds title set in a post-apocalyptic future in which Superman [who looks like a very ripped version of Santa Claus] goes to Gotham city, finds it under the control of twin cloned Hitlers ["You really ARE like him! You're Hitler!" "Of course. Don't you know anything about SCIENCE?"] and fights a resurrected zombie version of Batman that's swollen to, like, five times normal size with evilness and shit. And Santa Claus Superman hits Zombie Batman so hard Zombie Batman's ribcage explodes, and as it does, he says: "GNYARR!" It must be seen to be believed.)

Otherwise: Still incredibly tired, though I'm hammering away at the FearZone column, in tiny increments; I have a general thesis, and now just need to find the relevant quotes to back it up. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel at least a bit less wrung out from the ovaries on up, too, since the bulk of my period appears to be over, and can therefore clock something a bit more like my "usual" 1,000 words per day. Time's a-tickin', man! Only a bunch of shopping days left 'til Christmas!

Okay, well...that's about it, actually. Need to wind down, re-orient my clock, and sleep.

FearZone Column: Achieved

A loving dissertation on Robert R. McCammon's insane 1980 possessive Amazon ghosts vs. psychic Vietnam vet thriller, Bethany's Sin--1,330 words, and off to FearZone, along with a huge .jpg of the original U.S. front cover. My work here is done. (It should be up near the end of December; I'll post a link, as usual.)