At least yesterday was a somewhat productive day. I began and finished the preface for Alabaster. It is now almost a complete ms. It wasn't easy, though, sitting down and summing up my history with Dancy Flammarion, all my feelings for her. Who she is to me. Who she is of me. In the end, the preface came to 1,426 words. Much time was spent going back through both my blog and paper journals, which is never a healthy thing to do, looking at all those days that have come and gone, all those people who have come and gone. But my memory seems not to be what it once was, and it took me about two hours to figure out for certain which I'd written first, "Les Fleurs Empoisonnées" or "The Well of Stars and Shadow." Turns out it's the former, which is what I'd thought; the story was written in the summer of 2001. But I still couldn't remember when I wrote "The Well of Stars and Shadow." With some help from Spooky, I finally determined it was written during the last ten days or so of October 2001, about a month before I began keeping an online journal. Oh, and I wrote in Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold that "The Well of Stars and Shadow" was written in "late 2000." So, whoops. This fading memories thing is very disturbing.
Today, I'm going to do my best to write an entire vignette.
This morning, I was reading Poppy's LJ and a bit of it stuck with me. She wrote, "But I've never seriously doubted that New Orleans was my home and the place I needed to be..." Never in my life have I felt that way about a city. Never in my life have I felt that way about any place. When I was twenty one, I almost felt that way about Boulder, Colorado, but I knew I couldn't stay there. And once I'd left, I knew that I could never go back. I've certainly never felt this way about any part of the southeastern US. And I think it's pretty frelled-up, having been alive this long and never once having felt truly at home. I wonder if psychiatry has gotten around to pathologizing this particular sensation yet? Geographical dysphoria, perhaps?
A thank you to David Kirkpatrick, who has offered to send me a copy of SimLife, which I must admit I've never played.
The auction for letter Z of Frog Toes and Tentacles will begin very shortly after I've completed this entry. Once again, it's being offered with a handmade "cozy," designed by Spooky. I cut the fabric. She did all the stitching, including the embroidered Z. Crushed black velvet outside, red silk inside, to match the cover of the lettered edition. Here are the photos (behind the cut). I'll add a postscript to this entry with a link as soon as the auction begins:
I think that's it for today. At least, that's it for now. Somewhere, there are words, and now I have to find them.
Postscript: Here's the letter Z auction page. And here's the general auction page.