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"Go down. Go down."

I'm not sure how much I slept last night. But it can't have been more than four hours, at the most. Four hours clogged with nightmares. I suppose that was the price of two consecutive good nights sleep. I awoke to sun, which is something, at least. More than we'll get tomorrow, apparently. Currently, it's 69˚F. We may reach 73˚F.

It was a decent day yesterday, and my mood was decent all day and night. I spent several more hours working on "Our Lady of Arsia Mons," then pronounced it fairly well tinkered with and sent it away to the editors of Dreams from the Witch House. Next on my "to-do" list is assembling the ms. for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales, so that I can begin the arduous task of proofreading that monster; it's going to be near to 200k-words long, and I have to get some notes to Dark Horse about the art on issues two and three of The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. And after that, it's all about the screenplay for at least two weeks. Well, except I have to go to the storage unit on Monday, and on Thursday I deliver the second batch of my papers – along with Pandora, my Mac Color Classic – to the John Hay Library.

I have too much to do to have fucking insomnia. But I've had it since we came back from Woodstock on March 31st.

Have I said yet that I'm only ever writing one more Lovecraftian "mythos" tale? Well, it's a fact. My last will be a novella written for Centipede Press, for Houses Under the Sea. After that, no more shoggoths or Mother Hydra or Elder Gods for me. People will ask me to explain why, and they won't like any of my answers. But here's an answer, anyway: It's become too easy.

Just after I started writing this entry, Selwyn settled into my office window, and I took a photo. A crappy photo, but here you go:



Last night, after a dinner of mushroom and cheese ravioli (mystery cheese) with sausages, we played a shit-ton of GW2. I'm enjoying it again, after leaving the game for so long. And then we began our fourth viewing of Season One of True Detective, in preparation for the beginning of Season Two on the 21st.

And now...fuck, I have no idea what I'm doing today. On only four hours sleep.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

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setsuled
Jun. 7th, 2015 09:28 pm (UTC)
no more shoggoths or Mother Hydra or Elder Gods for me. People will ask me to explain why, and they won't like any of my answers. But here's an answer, anyway: It's become too easy.

I suppose Lovecraft's mythos has become the dominant deus ex machina of our time. I always liked what you did with it--I can only speculate on how exactly you consider it too easy but maybe it's similar to Ridley Scott's decision not to use the Xenomorph in Prometheus? The monster has grown so familiar it's lost some of its menace which was largely founded on mystery?

Selwyn settled into my office window, and I took a photo.

He looks confident in his ability to protect you from whatever might come through the window.

Last night, after a dinner of mushroom and cheese ravioli (mystery cheese)

Ah, mystery may certainly enhance cheese. That sounds good.
sovay
Jun. 8th, 2015 01:32 am (UTC)
Have I said yet that I'm only ever writing one more Lovecraftian "mythos" tale? Well, it's a fact.

No, you hadn't mentioned, but I appreciate knowing.

I am very much looking forward to the book.
dipsomaniac
Jun. 8th, 2015 03:37 pm (UTC)
But here's an answer, anyway: It's become too easy.

I can identify with this. I've been doing the same sort of work for nearly 20 years, so long that I can practically do it in my sleep.
kiki60
Jun. 8th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
Cat?
White cat? You might not write them, but you can't people from reading them.
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