greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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drum roll, please

Yesterday, I made myself take a short break from Daughter of Hounds. On Monday, I'd done 1,224 words on Chapter Ten and hope to do as much today, as well. I'm so near THE END, and, as I've said already, the ending of a book has never intimidated me this much.

Most of yesterday was spent working on the erotic vignette subscription service website. We'll come back back to this in a moment. Sophie had a 4 p.m. vet appointment. I usually don't go along when Spooky takes her to the vet, but I did yesterday, though I sat in the car and read the new issue of GameInformer, since vets' offices make me only slightly less nervous than doctors' offices. Six of one, half dozen of another, as Deacon would say. Afterwards, I did more HTML stuff and then we took Sophie to the park again. We sat beneath a tree filled with noisy squirrels and two woodpeckers. The park was awash with unleashed dogs (despite the fact that Atlanta has a leash law), and at one point four of them rushed over to us. Sophie didn't freak out though. I thought for sure she'd lay one of them open, part their noses like Moses showing the Red Sea what for, but she just looked inconvenienced while we chased them all away. I was drooled upon by a young German shepard. After dinner, we tweaked the website a little more, then we watched Cosmos and went to bed a little early. I read Spooky "Dark They Were, and Golden-eyed," which I will never, ever cease to be amazed at, and last night, certain similarities between it and Lovecraft's "The Colour Out of Space" struck me for the first time. Then Spooky read me Robert McCloskey's Make Way for Ducklings. I have to admit that I've become oddly obsessed with McCloskey. So, yeah, that was yesterday.

Oh, there was a slightly peculiar dream this morning, wherein my marching band director from High School was putting on a stage version of Silk and insisted that I play Spyder Baxter. We had a rather heated argument, because, no matter how much I protested, he wouldn't understand that I was wrong for the part. I finally gave in and remember grabbing a copy of the script and storming offstage, annoyed that the man was still as dense as he'd been twenty-five years ago. of right now, we are taking subscriptions for the Sirenia Digest (MErViSS). Please read the FAQ before you subscribe, and if you should have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask them — here or in the phorum or by e-mail (to Subscribers will receive the first PDF sometime within the next week. This first one's going to be something special and, as it turns out, not really erotic at all. I decided, instead, to begin by whetting your appetites for Daughter of Hounds by letting you see the original draft of Chapter Three, which had to be almost entirely rewritten when I was told the book couldn't exceed 150K-words (and this text may never appear anywhere else). That meant drastically scaling back Sadie Jasper's role in the novel. This original version of Chapter Three is very much concerned with Sadie and reads more like part of a sequel to Low Red Moon than what Daughter of Hounds went on to become. Anyway, I'm somewhat nervous this morning, as Stage One (gauging interest) moves into Stage Two (accepting subscriptions), my fingers crossed that all those folks who took time to vote in the poll or e-mail me or speak up in the phorum will now subscribe. I'm hoping that most everyone will have subscribed by the time the PDF is ready to go out. Next month, in Issue #2, we'll begin with the regular weird erotica content. Special thanks to thingunderthest, who's kindly volunteered to lay out the PDFs.

Here's the link. Sorry the page isn't more pleasing to the eye. My HTML skills are still stuck firmly in 1995.

Okay. There are doughnuts to make, and this day isn't getting any younger. Oh, yeah. Still can't post to frelling Blogger.
Tags: bradbury, lovecraft, mcclosky, sophie

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