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"And now the wheels of Heaven stop."

Currently, here in Woodstock it's 28˚F, but feels like 18˚F. The sun is warm through the windows. A lot of snow melted yesterday, despite the clouds. I can only hope we see more melt today, despite the intense cold. We had more wind last night, but the power stayed on. If I had Spooky drive me to Rhinecliff, I could board the train to Manhattan, ride to Penn Station, then board the Crescent Line to Birmingham. I'd fall asleep somewhere in Virginia, and I awaken in Atlanta, to warmth and green. There's no green here, except the conifer needles we've had all winter long. Were money no issue and if there weren't so much work, that's exactly what I'd fucking do.

One of the strangest experiences for me, as an author, is finding a negative review of my work that I completely agree with. It happens, from time to time. Sometimes, it even makes me smile. Sometimes, they make me laugh. Like this review of Cherry Bomb that Kathryn came across this morning (in all fairness, the cover art is worse by far than the novel):

This was the last of a three book deal, an experiment which the author feels failed.* With this book, I have to agree. It is disjointed, the lead character's personality seems to have changed, and not for the better. The plot is not the clearest, and at times, is hard to follow. As I read it, I felt like my favorite author was writing with the attitude of "I have better things to do." It seemed like she just wanted to get it done, meet the terms of the contract, and be done with it.

The roof of the woodshed is now clear of snow. There's only moss and lichen and brown pine needles. Spooky tosses birdseed up there, and right now there are juncos and chickadees.

Yesterday, Spooky took Hubero out on his leash (he's been getting at least one walk a day, the past few weeks). He heard a hawk, freaked out, and insisted they go back inside, right then and there.

I had a good writing day yesterday. A very good one. I did 1,931 words on "The Aubergine Alphabet," letters T, U, and V. Both U and V got a little out of hand, each wanting to become actual stories. They were possessed of inconvenient ambition. Which is why the word count was so high. Today, I intend to finish "The Aubergine Alphabet," with W, X, Y, and Z.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

* As indicated in my author's note at the end of Cherry Bomb.

Comments

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Marc D. Goldfinger
Mar. 22nd, 2015 05:05 pm (UTC)
Cold!
Cold and windy.

Cold Spring still.

Just wanted you to know someone was there.
greygirlbeast
Mar. 22nd, 2015 05:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Cold!

Thank you.
everville340
Mar. 22nd, 2015 05:27 pm (UTC)
The roof of the woodshed is now clear of snow. There's only moss and lichen and brown pine needles. Spooky tosses birdseed up there, and right now there are juncos and chickadees.

The cabin seems so peaceful, surrounded by nature. Hope the sea of white recedes some more while you are there.

greygirlbeast
Mar. 22nd, 2015 05:49 pm (UTC)

The cabin seems so peaceful, surrounded by nature. Hope the sea of white recedes some more while you are there.

Thank you.
captaincurt81
Mar. 22nd, 2015 06:08 pm (UTC)
It's nice to hear the words came clambering back to you. Good luck with WXYZ.
pisceanblue
Mar. 22nd, 2015 06:29 pm (UTC)
I absolutely respect your feelings re: Cherry Bomb because you are the one who knows best. For what it's worth I enjoyed it (and said so in my review), but I admit that my enjoyment was tempered by the knowledge that this was the last go-round with Quinn. Then again, I also enjoyed Fay Grimmer so I think I'm just a junkie for Quinn (ba-dum-da).
sovay
Mar. 23rd, 2015 02:02 am (UTC)
Today, I intend to finish "The Aubergine Alphabet," with W, X, Y, and Z.

I'm looking forward to this abecedary very much. I am unimpressed with spring so far.
Scott Connors
Mar. 23rd, 2015 07:12 am (UTC)
CHERRY BOMB is far from your best work, but it's still better than most of the crap out there. Also, I was pleased to see you return to the Land of Dreams and our old friends, the Hounds of Cain. THE DROWNED GIRL is my favorite of your books, but I still love DAUGHTER OF HOUNDS and its kin. Don't stop taking chances.
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