Hey. I'm Brian Keene and this is the 208th issue of Letters From the Labyrinth, a weekly newsletter for fans of my work. Previous issues are archived here. I'm writing this on Halloween. You'll read it the day after Halloween. It doesn't really feel like Halloween this year, does it? And I'm not even talking about how the pandemic and social distancing have impacted the normal festivities. It just doesn't feel like Halloween. It doesn't even feel like autumn. Mary and my ex-wife and I were sitting on the porch earlier this week, solving the problems of the world, and all three of us simultaneously decided it was too cold to do any more of that. It feels like winter already, as if autumn walked through the door, looked around at the rest of 2020, and said "Nope. Screw this. I'll come back next year" and then skipped the whole party.
Letters From the Labyrinth 208 - Brian Keene
Letters From the Labyrinth 208 - Brian Keene
Letters From the Labyrinth 208 - Brian Keene
Hey. I'm Brian Keene and this is the 208th issue of Letters From the Labyrinth, a weekly newsletter for fans of my work. Previous issues are archived here. I'm writing this on Halloween. You'll read it the day after Halloween. It doesn't really feel like Halloween this year, does it? And I'm not even talking about how the pandemic and social distancing have impacted the normal festivities. It just doesn't feel like Halloween. It doesn't even feel like autumn. Mary and my ex-wife and I were sitting on the porch earlier this week, solving the problems of the world, and all three of us simultaneously decided it was too cold to do any more of that. It feels like winter already, as if autumn walked through the door, looked around at the rest of 2020, and said "Nope. Screw this. I'll come back next year" and then skipped the whole party.