I am so very not awake. I'm not asleep, either. Forever, I'm in some twilight of consciousness. At 4 a.m., Spooky and I were still awake, which wasn't such a good thing, as I have a lot of writing today that has to be done before my hair appointment at 5:30 (Caitlín Standard Time). It's been a long time since anyone but Spooky did anything to my hair. But it's time for general maintainence. I'm going back to red. My hair's been black since late 2002, except for those few blonde w/black months in '04. Of course, since I don't want the black stripped out, I'll be red w/black for a while as the black continues to grow out. I miss red. Anyway, yeah. Up too, too late, awake too early. You know the tune. Hum along with me.
Another good writing day yesterday. I did a damn respectable 1,810 words on the second vignette for Sirenia Digest #2, a piece which I think will be titled simply "Pony." So far, it's much quieter than the vignette I wrote on Wednesday (which has been retitled "Orpheus at Mount Pangaeum"), and I'm trying to maintain that quiet throughout. After the violence of the first piece, I thought maybe the second should be a bit more...tame isn't the right word...a bit quieter, that's all. My nerves seemed to need it. Also, the second piece may work more as an actual short story. I'm not sure I can fairly call it a vignette, as it will include at least three distinct scenes and possibly four. I'd intended for it to be very short, only about a thousand words, but "Pony" seems to have a mind of it's own. It might go past 3K words at this rate. Which means this months digest should be close to six thousand words, which ought to help make up for the delay (I hope). I got an e-mail from Vince late last night (well, actually early this morning) which included a really fantastic study for his "Orpheus at Mount Pangaeum" illustration. Trust me. It's going to be drad. Subscribe today and get a free copy of the Silk trade paperback.
By the time I was done writing yesterday, the headache was a raging tempest trapped in my cranium. Spooky gave me some medicine and made me lie done on the sofa. I spent the evening watching Hayao Miyazaki films on TCM — My Neighbor Totoro, Porco Rosso, and Whisper of the Heart. I was also nursed with Cadbury chocolate eggs and Hello Kitty Meow-berry Pop-Tarts. And more potent medicine. By the time I went to bed, the pain had subsided, and I just wanted to sleep.
Never in all my years as a writer (and, sadly, they are starting to pile up) have I had so many half-edited mss. surrounding me at once. My office is a sea of typescript awaiting red marks and corrections. There's all of Alabaster. There's Daughter of Hounds. And there's "Orpheus at Mount Pangaeum," which needs at least one good going over. Better not to think about it. Better just to keep moving. Typescript can smell fear.
The auction for letter Z of Frog Toes and Tentacles continues, including the handmade book "cozy" (black crushed velvet lined in red silk and hand embroidered with a crimson Z). There's also a copy of The Five of Cups. I shall now entice your bidding finger with a photo of letter Z:
And now for something completely different: A rodent-eating snake and a hamster have developed an unusual bond at a zoo in the Japanese capital, Tokyo. True love does not respect species boundaries...and I wonder if all the other snakes call it a "furry." Or if all the other hamsters call this hamster a "scaly." The mind does wonder. Either way, this sort of thing's illegal in Georgia.