My meeting at the Hay Library was at 2 p.m., and Christopher met us outside and found a couple of students to carry in the four heavy boxes of papers I'd brought as a sample. The Hay is beautiful, by the way. I can't believe that I've lived here seven years and somehow not once set foot inside. To be sure, I'll be using the reading room in the months to come. Anyway, we were ushered to a meeting room, and I answered questions for Christopher – who's the librarian for American and British Literary and Popular Culture Collections at the Hay – as he looked over the material. He was very pleased, and I was, I will admit, surprised. When all was said and done, I'd agreed to donate everything (yesterday, I took in only about one quarter of the total), including my first Mac (Pandora, a 1993 Color Classic), my private diaries (to be sealed until twenty-five years after my death), and as complete a set of my published books as I can manage to put together. Well, I should say, rather, that Christopher has very kindly agreed to take custody of all this stuff. It will be curated, cataloged and kept safe, which really is an enormous relief. And I truly am honored. It's the sort of honor I never expected and certainly not before my fifty-first birthday. So, yes. The Hay is establishing the Caitlín R. Kiernan Archives, which will be opened to researches everywhere, forever (or until the end of the world, whichever comes first). I will rub shoulders with Lovecraft, Colonel George Earl Church, and Henry David Thoreau. My grateful thanks to Christopher, and thanks also to S.T. Joshi, who set all this in motion back in August 2013. In May and June, I'll be transferring the remainder of the papers, etc. and working with the library to provide context for everything.
You have no idea how weird this is.
But it's a good sort of weird.
There are a few photographs from yesterday:
The Carrie Tower at Brown University, across the street from the Hay.
Christopher and I.
Christopher sent me this photo after I got back home. "I am attaching a photograph of the Caitlín R. Kiernan Papers transferred to a cart."
Photographs Copyright © 2015 by Kathryn A. Pollnac and Christopher Geissler
Monday night, Spooky and I watched Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard's 20,000 Days on Earth (2014), a very wonderful Nick Cave documentary. Warren Ellis (the musician, not the writer) is seventy shades of cool. With eel. And a violin. Then, because I was nervous and needed a comfort film, Gene Saks' The Odd Couple (1968).
The insomnia rages on. I had to discontinue the Seroquel, because a very rare and very unpleasant side effect reared it's head. I slept about five hours Monday night, and no more than four last night.
And now I have to work.