November book club post, a virtual appearance, and a meditation on how surreal it feels to get good news.

Hey there, friends, it’s been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it? I’ve gotten so unused to good news that I feel a little dizzy, but in the past few days we’ve seen a blow dealt to Trumpism and now news of a promising vaccine candidate from Pfizer. And Scott and I are taking advantage of global climate destabilization to go to the beach… in November.

We’re going to head out to Cape Ann, near one of the places where my story “On Safari In R’lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera” takes place, and walk on the sand and maybe get a clam roll if any of the clam roll places are still open.

This will be the furthest I have been from home since last November, and I admit I’m feeling a little weird about it. Odd, when we used to make a 2-hour-each-way drive to Fall River monthly, and this is about the same distance. (The drive was for our Pathfinder game, which now takes place in Discord.)

Speaking pf On Safari, those of you who have been with me for a while will remember it from Livejournal days. It’s the story that took me thirty years to write, and I thought of the title and first line in 1989, when I was 17 years old and playing in John Goodrich’s Call of Cthulhu game.