Nothing was written yesterday, though I did try. I have a title that may or may not grow into anything: "Little Red Cap in the Hall of the Yellow King." I think it probably sounds better than "Rotkäppchen in Carcosa," but I might be wrong.
Please note: We're getting eBay back up and running. And every winning bidder gets a FREE Alabaster "Because Bird" pin. Also, the same deal applies to sales from Spooky's Etsy shop, while my limited supply lasts.
The page proofs for Rasin' Hell arrived. I've not opened the envelope. I may hurl it out the window and report back to NYC that everything is fine and honky, dandy and dory.
My contributor's copy of The Madness of Cthulhu, edited by S.T. Joshi, arrived. It includes "A Mountain Walked," a previously unpublished story of mine and, to date, my only Western.
Speaking of which...
We saw a superb film last night, David Michôd's The Rover (2013), with Guy Pearce and Robert Pattinson. It would be hard to recommend this film strongly enough. Though nominally post-apocalytic, The Rover is, essentially, a Western, in the mold of various Clint Eastwood films, with healthy doses of Cormac McCarthy. It's a marvelously bleak, soft-spoken creation, the quiet desolation of the Australian outback punctuated by sporadic bursts of violence. It's been a long time since a film has made me so anxious or, in the end, left me with such a feeling of...I'm not even sure I put my finger of the word. The soundtrack is perfectly matched to the landscape, and the cinematography is gorgeous. Robert Pattinson's performance is especially noteworthy and put me in mind of Montgomery Clift in The Misfits (1961). See The Rover as soon as you can.