The porch is adorned with pumpkins, though none will be carved until this weekend.
As much discomfort as autumn brings me, I think this year I'm grateful to see it come. It was an evil summer, filled with too much chaos and despite. The winter will be cold, but perhaps it will at least be calm. Yeah, that's kind of cryptic.
Suddenly, I'm not in the mood for this. This journalizing. I wish I could spend the day beneath a tree somewhere, my eyes shut to the too-blue sky, listening to Spooky read to me from Something Wicked This Way Comes or Angela Carter or Anne Sexton. If wishes were horses, beggers would ride.
There's a new p.o. box, as of this morning. Please send all letters, parcels, hate mail, offers of marriage, and small mammals to:
Caitlín R. Kiernan
P.O. Box 5381
Atlanta, GA 31107
And posting that, I find myself wanting to read "Why I Live at the PO" by Eudora Welty, which I've not read since college. Instead, I'll spend the whole damn day revising the umpteenth draft of a revised synopsis. But I have sworn that I will get back to work on Daughter of Hounds in the next day or two, come hezmana or high water. If I'm going to make my December 1st deadline, I really have no choice. And, in my entire career, I've failed to meet only a small number of deadlines. And I miss Soldier and Emmie and the Daughter of the Four of Pentacles, Odd Willie and the Bailiff and Madam Terpsichore. Merrilee, my lit agent, says it's my best novel yet, and I say it's criminal that I've ignored it for a month.
As I said yesterday, 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). And as I also said yesterday, thanks. What I didn't say yesterday, but will say today, is that anyone who uses the "Buy It Now" option will receive an old-fashioned, black-and-white monster doodle. No two alike. They make great bookmarks. How can you say no?