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Taxes have been picked up, a check written, and: here endeth my mother's estate and all that went along with it; that particular saga is, at last, over (this is the sound of my relief).

Finished the comics portion of the MIRACLEMAN OMNIBUS but want to go through the extra material (at least half of the book seems to be extra material) before I write up a Postscript

Probably starting PICARD, Season Three tonight – but first, POWERWASH SIMULATOR…

christopher lee in a/the lighthouse

From which all boring posts are sourced but: a dream last night (something involving eponymous Christopher Lee, a contract, a well, and a lighthouse vacation, I think) has led to a desire to either a.) cease this endless creative goldilocksing and settle on the thing that I want to settle on, or, b.) accept the creative goldilocksing as the settling itself: fascinating – to me at least – how sometimes dreams that have no clear basis in reality can result in such a clear (for want of a better word) waking decision in something totally removed from the content thereof – though maybe my decades, now, of having Christopher Lee staring at me from the HORROR OF DRACULA poster in The Paintshop has something to do with it. Taxes, check signing, (happy) pill re-upping and more (maybe new toys?): the day awaits.

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"give it all..." (maybe, probably)

Next newsletter taking shape – thought I still have to decide on the main essay/ramble, but it'll come to me, probably.

For some reason – idiocy / punishment gluttony? – I decided it would be a good idea to resurrect three abandoned projects as my sides (I take Wednesdays and the weekend to work on these side things, with the goal that they be as different from the MainFictionThing as humanly possible). Still have to decide on a final form, but I do want to have some kind of "mainstream" (read: not my usual weird shit though still, probably weird shit – just written in mostly complete sentences) series / world to revisit over and again. This trio might be it, them, maybe.

Balancing a desire to write something in this space every day (these do, if nothing else, provide me a way to work on something else when I'm stuck in the main something) and to save it for Sunday but I keep coming back to Annie Dillard's words in THE WRITING LIFE:

"One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now."

Consider these words to be thus given, spent.