greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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the year grinds on

Yesterday, we had to make the trip from Atlanta to Birmingham and back again. Along the way (both ways), we tried to help dampen the boredom that is that stretch of I-20 by noting the large number of hawks and carrion birds riding the thermals above the interstate. Mostly, they were just turkey vultures (Cathartes aura) and black vultures (Coragyps atratus), but at one point we spotted something enormous that I could have sworn was a Golden Eage (Aquila chrysaetos). And we saw two or three foxes dead along the side of the road; usually, it's only armadillos, bloated and looking like tiny nodosaurids.

I know that tomorrow will be consumed by the continual Writing That Is Not Writing, and I'm sitting here looking at the ms. of Daughter of Hounds and trying to imagine how I'm going to get everything done that I have to get done by December 1st. I have to finish DoH and I have a huge editing/revision job to do (more on this later), and, somehow I have to get back to work on those and continue to pursue Secret Projects A and B. I have unwisely allowed the latter to consume all my time for almost a month now. Otherwise, the first draft of Daughter of Hounds would be finished. The next six weeks are going to be difficult, indeed, as I have to continue with all the proposals and revisions of proposals and return to the Writing That Is Writing.

At least we have sunshine today, even if the sky is afflicted by that terrible, oppressive shade of bottomless blue that comes in the autumn.

Considering that it's a limited-edition hardback, To Charles Fort, With Love was doing fairly well on towards the end of the week, with sales ranks between 31,000 and 57,000. It might have been higher earlier in the week, but I was too busy to notice. I'm very pleased that the collection is selling so well, and that it has been so well received. Thanks to Cleve for pointing out that Amazon's listing for the book had omitted my middle initial, which was causing confusion with their search engine; I contacted them, and the problem has been corrected.

Poppy called Friday night, and we talked for half an hour or so about her imminent return to New Orleans, about pills and cats and books, about the kindness and generosity of our readers, and so on and suchlike. It was good to hear her voice, and I'm glad she called. The battery on my cell was running down, and we had to end the conversation long before I'd have liked to. I'd spoken to Neil earlier in the day, and he sounded somewhat more rested than when I spoke with him on Tuesday.

I have some vague ambition of making it to Emory this afternoon, because, these days, I'm finding it easier to work in the Matheson Reading Room than in my office, especially work on Secret Project B. But I may not make it. Likely as not, I'll take a bath, wash my hair, and sit at this desk all day.

Please have a look at our current eBay auctions. The extra income will be sorely needed this month, so if you've not get bought a copy of The Dry Salvages, for example, now would be a very good time to do so (we have copies of both the trade and limited editions listed). Thanks.

I think I may meme later...

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