I have somehow survived a truly awful night. Two hours sleep, then maybe another hour and a half after sunrise, sometime between eight ayem and ten thirty. What sleep I did get was delirious, full of feverish dreams that were, by turns, silly and horrible. So, at best, three and a half hours of uneasy sleep. This means I am excused from typos for the remainder of the week.
Gods, what a horrid night.
Yesterday was a very good writing day. I did 1,516 words on the second chapter of Cherry Bomb.
And here's the last set of photos from Manhattan, all taken on Thursday (well, except for the very last one):
View to the south from Pier 51.
View to the southwest. Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty as seen from Pier 51 (3.01 and 3.82 miles distant, respectively).
The Erie Lakawana sign at Hoboken Terminal, as seen from Pier 51 (~.84 miles); view to the southwest.
Warehouse on the NYC side of the Hudson, about .10 miles north of Pier 51.
This little bird was eating barnacles on an old piling as the tide went out. We still haven't identified it.
View towards the West Village from the High Line.
Detail of same.
The Empire State Building seen from a taxi on 9th Avenue.
Detail of the Empire State Building, including dirigible mooring mast and depot.
The garish horror that is Port Authority.
The belly of the beast.
The author reads Lovecraft while waiting on her bus (4:15 p.m.).
Mine and Spooky's tired feet.
A photo ellen_datlow took of us on Tuesday night at KGB.
All photographs except the last Copyright © 2013 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
Half Asleep (or Half Awake),