No writing yesterday. Not a surprise there.
Today I was planning to begin the third chapter of Cherry Bomb. Yesterday, I got an enthusiastic email from my editor, who's just finished reading the first chapter and loves it. Phew. I'm sending her the second chapter today. This novel is misbehaving. Though I know the overall story, I honestly "don't know what happens next." Cliché. So, I'm gonna sit on it another day or two and write something for Sirenia Digest #93.
I used to ask for readers to submit ideas for vignettes – erotic weird fiction – which led to a few very interesting stories. If anyone has an idea, feel free to post it (as long as you're okay with the possibility that I'll use it). Nothing is too strange or extreme (as readers of the digest and/or my erotica already know). Sometimes only a word or two sparks a piece. After almost a hundred issues of the digest and Frog Toes and Tentacles and Tales from the Woeful Platypus, novels ideas are at a premium.
Anyway...blah, blah, blah. Not exactly awake. Here are more photos from our weekend. More from Sunday. A lot more. Sunday feels like two days. Which is what happens when I do more than sit behind the desk all day. Time balloons. Like a bubble of air rising from the deep sea, expanding as it rushes towards the surface. Sunday feels easily two days long. Anyway, photos:
Goodbye, chickens. Bok, bok, bok.
All Photographs Copyright © Kathryn A. Pollnac and Caitlín R. Kiernan
Already Missing South County,
Aunt Beast (fearing she is no longer a city beast...)