?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

And here it is November. My fifty-first November. My eighth in New England. The day is chilly, and the sky is a muddy shade of lead. This is death cracking down, winter letting its intentions be known. Autumn is only a shoddy opening act. It's only 57˚F out there, and all the smart-money birds have gone south.

Freelance writers are probably the only people on earth for whom the penny is still a meaningful unit of measurement.

Yesterday, I begun a new story, maybe a novella. It's the first new piece of prose fiction I've begun since I started work on Agents of Dreamland way back in July. The story is titled "The End After the Beginning of the End," and it's my story for Dark Regions Press' I Am the Abyss. Here's the pitch for the book:

This anthology is based on the notion that reality expands far beyond human ego; that no predetermined metaphysical space awaits us when we die, but instead we are plunged into the inner workings of our own minds. Here you will find subconscious shadows of your dead loved ones. You will find manifestations of your deepest desires and darkest fears only experienced in your dreams and nightmares. It is the inversion of your consciousness from perceiving the shared observable reality into perceiving only the subconscious thoughts and memories that define you.

Given that I don't believe consciousness survives death, this is, for me, fantasy in its purest form, and, indeed, what I'm actually doing is not writing a story about the "afterlife," but about the perception of time in the final seconds of life, as the brain dies. I did 1,183 words.

I think I might be getting a headache.

2015 marks the eleventh year since I've refused to "fall back," remaining of Daylight Savings Time all year long. I simply cannot deal with darkness coming so early.

Last night, we carved jack-o'-lanterns, ate too much candy, and watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966) and Beetlejuice (1988). It wasn't such a bad Halloween. Better, I think, than last year.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

Comments

( 4 comments — Have your say! )
Marc D. Goldfinger
Nov. 1st, 2015 05:57 pm (UTC)
Happy Day After Halloween
Death--remember where you were before you were born?

Anyway, glad Halloween was good. We actually had some trick or treaters. No tricks though.
(Deleted comment)
greygirlbeast
Nov. 1st, 2015 07:28 pm (UTC)

I have to admit that I don't know what Vallejo is or who Jo is.
mickalbrightjr
Nov. 2nd, 2015 03:34 am (UTC)
Nice. It sounds like a cozy Halloween. I go through the dark thing too. It is very hard. I am intrigued that you do not fall back. I am not sure if that would work for me, though. Don't you still know it's dark regardless of the "when"? And the new novella sounds seriously bitchin.
everville340
Nov. 3rd, 2015 01:17 am (UTC)
Given that I don't believe consciousness survives death, this is, for me, fantasy in its purest form, and, indeed, what I'm actually doing is not writing a story about the "afterlife," but about the perception of time in the final seconds of life, as the brain dies.

This sentence is the only reason needed to have pre-ordered a copy. Thank you, it is a welcome thing to see your entries these past weeks.
( 4 comments — Have your say! )