This bit from a piece on the upcoming WFC (at the online half of Weird Fiction Review) was rather nice to see: "Beloved weird author Caitlín R. Kiernan was nominated for The Ape’s Wife and Other Stories – a fantastic collection that validates Kiernan’s role as one of weird fiction’s most talented living writers." Every now and again I need a little word or twelve of kindness. I hope you'll understand that failing in me.
I'm so far behind, I've become the proverbial Ouroboros. I'm choking on my ass, and the deadlines tower like a leaning Mount Everest, ever ready to lose the war with gravity and bury me. Which, actually, would be a goddamn blessing.
I got nothing written yesterday on "The Green Abyss." Today? I don't know. There's a Nor'easter on top of us, and the wind has me even more on edge than I was yesterday. I am not a beast of the wind. I am a beast of warm, still atmospheres. Currently, here in Providence the temperature is 55˚F (with a "RealFeel®" of 46˚F, thank you Accuweather). The steel-grey sky is spitting mist. The aforementioned wind is blowing at 20 mph, with gusts up to 34 mph. More of the same tomorrow.
Fair warning: If you have any interest whatsoever in sky-watching, do not move to New England. Will we be able to see tomorrow's partial solar eclipse? No, because of the weather. By my reckoning, we're unable to see nine out of every ten astronomical events because of clouds (eclipses, meteor showers, auroras, etc.). Though, to be fair, we're so far east that tomorrow's eclipse would hardly have been visible to us anyway.
And yesterday, a squirrel took out the electricity to approximately 5,000 "customers" here. Boom. Crispy squirrel. We were lucky, because we love squirrels. Especially with gravy and dumplings.
Anyway...
These days, I'm doing good if I can write two hours a day. Which doesn't come close to cutting it.
I wish someone would invite me to a fancy dress ball. Or a tea party. Or an orgy. Anything would be better than this monotony.
Remember when I used to post photographs of Providence?
Queen of One-Sentence Paragraphs and Poor Eyesight,
Aunt Beast (like a rhino)
I'm so far behind, I've become the proverbial Ouroboros. I'm choking on my ass, and the deadlines tower like a leaning Mount Everest, ever ready to lose the war with gravity and bury me. Which, actually, would be a goddamn blessing.
I got nothing written yesterday on "The Green Abyss." Today? I don't know. There's a Nor'easter on top of us, and the wind has me even more on edge than I was yesterday. I am not a beast of the wind. I am a beast of warm, still atmospheres. Currently, here in Providence the temperature is 55˚F (with a "RealFeel®" of 46˚F, thank you Accuweather). The steel-grey sky is spitting mist. The aforementioned wind is blowing at 20 mph, with gusts up to 34 mph. More of the same tomorrow.
Fair warning: If you have any interest whatsoever in sky-watching, do not move to New England. Will we be able to see tomorrow's partial solar eclipse? No, because of the weather. By my reckoning, we're unable to see nine out of every ten astronomical events because of clouds (eclipses, meteor showers, auroras, etc.). Though, to be fair, we're so far east that tomorrow's eclipse would hardly have been visible to us anyway.
And yesterday, a squirrel took out the electricity to approximately 5,000 "customers" here. Boom. Crispy squirrel. We were lucky, because we love squirrels. Especially with gravy and dumplings.
Anyway...
These days, I'm doing good if I can write two hours a day. Which doesn't come close to cutting it.
I wish someone would invite me to a fancy dress ball. Or a tea party. Or an orgy. Anything would be better than this monotony.
Remember when I used to post photographs of Providence?
Queen of One-Sentence Paragraphs and Poor Eyesight,
Aunt Beast (like a rhino)
- Current Location:Fucked
- Current Mood:Fuck
- Current Music:Gillian Welch, "Time (The Revelator)
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Thank you for doing what you do.
Thank you, and you're welcome.
You'd be welcome to attend our little bookclub's masque, but I'd feel terrible asking you to visit Springfield, Virginia for themed drinks and games of cribbage.
And why does there have to be an "or" between fancy dress ball, tea party and orgy? Why can't they be combined? If they are, I envy the attendees. One rarely gets invites to fancy dress tea-party themed orgies anymore.
You'd be welcome to attend our little bookclub's masque, but I'd feel terrible asking you to visit Springfield, Virginia for themed drinks and games of cribbage.
Yeah, that would be a bit of a hike.
And why does there have to be an "or" between fancy dress ball, tea party and orgy? Why can't they be combined?
Indeed.
It amazes me a lot of people do treat this as a failing, it would seem like a basic thing humans should be able to identify with in one another. And you do deserve the nice words.
I wish someone would invite me to a fancy dress ball. Or a tea party. Or an orgy. Anything would be better than this monotony.
I was thinking of holding a chess tournament for Day of the Dead, November 2, you're welcome to come.
It amazes me a lot of people do treat this as a failing,
Many people today seem to think it marks one as weak.
I was thinking of holding a chess tournament for Day of the Dead, November 2, you're welcome to come.
Thanks, but I sort of meant something in the real world.
on a stick and deep fried... yeah, we have those domestic terrorists here too..