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It's going to be hot today, maybe as high as 90˚F. It's already 83˚F with a heat index of 96˚F. Geoffrey's heading down from Boston.

I've not had the stomach for this journal for the past week or so. The words are hardly coming. Yesterday, I finally unlocked enough to write about 740 words and finish the first section of Agents of Dreamland. In December 2012, I finished the first section of Black Helicopters in one day. I needed eight days for the first section of Agents of Dreamland, and that comparison says everything about where I'm at right now. And it's terrifying. Last May, I wrote "The Beginning of the Year Without a Summer," and with that story I began pulling out of a slump, probably caused by those silly fucking Quinn books. I wrote three more good short stories after that, and then, last September, I had to set everything aside to write Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, which, truthfully, I didn't want to do. I lost about five months to the comic, and when it was over I was exhausted.

Right now, I can't hear the music, and it's the scariest thing in the world.


Thursday and Friday, I started and finished Nic Pizzolatto's Galveston (2010). Fucking excellent novel, a hard dose of East Texas/Louisiana noir, 1987 and 2008. I've started his collection, Between Here and the Yellow Sea: Stories (2006).


From Facebook:

One of my few "rules" for writers: Do not make characters say dumb-ass shit just to forward the story or provide exposition.


Dear audiobook narrators: The word is pronounced "kŭdzū," not "kūdū." First syllable as in "cud," "mud, and "crud." I keep hearing this mispronounced, and as a Southerner, it drives me nuts (especially when the reader is faking a Southern accent).


Someone asks me questions about a story I wrote 1998, what I was thinking when I wrote it, and so forth, as if I can actually remember such a thing.


On February 5th, while staying in Neil's magical mystery cabin in the mountains, I dropped a fire poker on my left big toe. The toenail just - finally - came off. Today shall forever be Toenail Day.*

Aunt Beast

*July 16th


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Jul. 19th, 2015 08:10 pm (UTC)
Today shall forever be Toenail Day.*

All Hail The Toenail!
Jul. 19th, 2015 10:41 pm (UTC)
Right now, I can't hear the music, and it's the scariest thing in the world.

I wish I had words that could change this, the music and the fear.
Jul. 20th, 2015 02:38 pm (UTC)
*I wasn't aware of Pizzolatto's career prior to True Detective -- his sense of tone and place, as well as his dialogue, really impress me, so now I have more work to look forward to. Thanks!

*I don't know if you meant it literally, but I had a multi-year period of depression so thick I couldn't hear the nuances in music properly. It was devastating. Here's to your music swimming back to you properly.

*I was raised in North Florida and lived in middle Georgia on and off through my 20s. Performers of any stripe who mispronounce our words while faking Southern accents are an especial grievance...thank you for correcting people. You have a sizable megaphone, so maybe it will help.
Jul. 20th, 2015 08:45 pm (UTC)
Funny thing is, I always think of you as Irish.
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