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"Only a thimble," said Alice sadly.

Cloudy today, but warm. Overcast. There was a bit of rain before I got out of bed.

I'd rather not talk about yesterday. I'd rather not, but clearly I'm going to talk about it anyway. Yesterday, I realized something about The Wolf Who Cried Girl I'd not realized before. I may have found its voice, and the framing device that makes sense of the fact that it's a first-person narrative. And then I wrote 771 words, and read them to Kathryn, and had yet another realization, that most of them would have to go. I may have made a beginning yesterday, but if so, only just. And even the small part I may keep will need rewording to some degree. I have only five months to get this novel written. I have a handful of pages, at best.

This morning I awoke from nightmares, which kept me briefly disoriented, and then, coming back to myself I thought, "If I kill myself today, I will not have to write this novel."

Yesterday, FedEx brought the signature sheets for the Subterranean Press edition of the forthcoming Lou Anders and Jonathan Strahan sword and sorcery anthology, which includes my story "The Sea Troll's Daughter." I received contracts from my agent for "digital verbatim text only display and download rights" for Kreatur, the German-language edition of Low Red Moon. I reread portions of Ursula K. Le Guin's The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction (1979). I exchanged emails with Sonya Taaffe (sovay) regarding programming at this years ReaderCon. I learned that "The Madam of the Narrow Houses" will be reprinted in The Mammoth Book of Ghost Stories by Women. Gordon Duke (thingunderthest) sent me a link to a very much appreciated piece in Salon.com on Amazon "reviews". I drank coffee, limeade made with pomegranates, and Red Bull. I made a halfhearted attempt to clean my keyboard. No, not really even halfhearted. One ventricle, at best.

This morning I learned of another very positive review of The Ammonite Violin & Others, but I'm not at liberty to say more until May 15th.

And here are more photos of the Prym mill in Dayville, CT, as promised:























All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac

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sovay
Apr. 6th, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)
I learned that "The Madam of the Narrow Houses" will be reprinted in The Mammoth Book of Ghost Stories by Women.

Congratulations! I am very, very fond of that story.

That is an amazing old mill.
nykolus
Apr. 6th, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
gods, what exquisite desolation. nice photos. thanks for sharing.
alvyarin
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:10 pm (UTC)
I love that sea green against the rust-colored bricks. So pretty. Too bad you couldn't get inside.

Where is The Sea Troll's Daughter from? A Sirenia digest that I missed?
greygirlbeast
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:19 pm (UTC)

Where is The Sea Troll's Daughter from? A Sirenia digest that I missed?

It's not previously been published anywhere.
alvyarin
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
Please share the anthology name when you know it. =)
humglum
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)

The smell of mold and decay coming from the mill was almost overwhelming when the breeze was right. Going inside would have surely been a lung fungus in the making.
mckenzie34
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
>>"If I kill myself today, I will not have to write this novel."<<

Well, you can hope that. And it might even be likely.
But it's not a sure thing.

Truly amazing photos. Thank you both.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 6th, 2010 06:20 pm (UTC)

Well, you can hope that. And it might even be likely.
But it's not a sure thing.


Clearly, you believe in hell.

Truly amazing photos. Thank you both.

You're very welcome.
spank_an_elf
Apr. 7th, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
I pass my drama queen crown to you.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 7th, 2010 06:17 am (UTC)

I pass my drama queen crown to you.

I can't very well wear two.
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