Kindred

Octavia Butler, dead at 58. Butler didn't drive. She took the bus like me, or walked. She died walking. Too soon, but walking.

I recieved some more contributions for the zine today. One was an extraordinary poem from Doug Powell, a piece of riveting non-fiction from Mandy Hurley, and a great cartoon from Matt Hanneman. I forgot to mention I got a great poem (and a call!) from Polly Brewster. I spent a couple hours working on the zine and discovered I'm actually very close to filling out its pages. I should have the final contributions for the first issue soon, as well as that pesky cover...

I'm up to 117 pages on the new novel. Don't go in dark basements.

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