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Howard Hughes Cogitates

Yesterday was meant to be the day I got back to work on The Starkeeper. Instead, I spent it trying to "fix" a story called "Ex Libris." Written in November 2011, it was originally published as the first half of The Yellow Book (Subterranean Press, 2012). For whatever reason – I honestly can't say, because I honestly do not know – the text of "Ex Libris" made it into print riddled with problems. It's a long story, the original ms. weighing in at 10,555 words, and it's the worst mess I've ever allowed to be printed. The whole affair is inexplicable. Now, S.T. Joshi wants to reprint it, but first I have to fix it. And the work is frustrating and time consuming. I'm going to need at least another day on the story, but not today. Today I go back to the Starkeeper and Jude and Judith Rochambeau*, their mother and the decaying old house in South County. "Ex Libris" can wait.

Yesterday, I also sent "Interstate Love Song" to an editor in Warsaw, who will be having it translated into Polish, and I sent "The Maltese Unicorn" to an editor in Miami who will be translating it into Spanish for Cuban publication.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. We have some good stuff up. Thanks.

Aunt Beast

* née Posey


( 4 comments — Have your say! )
Jul. 12th, 2016 05:14 pm (UTC)
And the work is frustrating and time consuming. I'm going to need at least another day on the story, but not today.

I am more than happy to proofread.

I like the name "Rochambeau."
Jul. 12th, 2016 05:17 pm (UTC)

Thank you. I might send it to you. And though Rochambeau is a prominent name in Providence, it just feels very Louisiana to me – which is one reason I like it.
Jul. 12th, 2016 06:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the photo, and the ensuing thoughts imagining the magnificence of such long creatures.
Kiki Lang
Jul. 13th, 2016 02:44 pm (UTC)
The Devil is in the detail.
I've read somewhere large ponderous novels always have mistake, they are like ship, they always leak because you can't fix every hole. Short stories are like houses, they have fewer mistakes, but you can't have the roof leaking. With poetry, every damn word counts, one mistake will ruin it. With your writing, it seems you bleed over single word.

Edited at 2016-07-13 02:45 pm (UTC)
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