May 31st, 2004

Shaw

nouns and adverbs and bears, oh dren

I actually slept last night. With my eyes closed and everything. Daresay, I almost feel refreshed. Pile up enough exhasution, energy-drink abuse, stress, insomnia, pills, and fluffy, soft cushions, and, sooner or later, it happens to the best of us.

The early morning rain helped, I suspect. The thunder woke me, but then the hard rain put me to sleep again (as Amanda Palmer says, "Funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask.").

But enough about sleep...

While the rest of the country takes a holiday, I go back to work. Today, I shall proofread "Mercury" and do whatever it is I'm going to do to the frelling Murder of Angels galleys, so both can go into the post tomorrow. I have unshelved Bears of the World (GRRRRARRRRR), and I'm ready to switch into proofreading mode. Someone e-mailed wanting me to include a picture of BotW (sorry, I have forgotten just who), so I refer you to the photo below, taken by the Spookinator this very morning:



There are also a few e-mails to answer, and I think that's all the work-type work I'll have to do today. But I also need to read through everything that's been written on "Fell Home" (more than 7,000 words at this point), the collaborative fic I'm doing with setsuled, pinkteaset3, and Sa'jathan for Nebari.net (I'm in a hyperlink kind of mood today). If you're a Farscape fan and give a dren about such things, this story is set just after "A Clockwork Nebari," and reveals much about Chiana's parentage and about the Nebari themselves. It's an interesting experiment for me, having previously collaborated only with docbrite and Christa, and never have I collaborated on a shared-world story (that's what professional writers who get paid for their efforts call fan fic) I wasn't getting paid to do. It'll be interesting to see how it turns out. I'll let you know as soon as it goes up on Nebari.net.

As for yesterday, Spooky made spaghetti for dinner, and we rented The Cooler, which I'd been wanting to see forever. I adore William H. Macy, whom I must have seen first in Benny and Joon (1993), but who really won me over in Fargo (1996). Alec Baldwin gives one of his best performaces as Shelly Kaplow, the old-school casino boss faced with obsolescence as Vegas goes Disney. Maria Bello (who was new to me) was very nice, and utterly believable in her role. It's a great little film, a sort of fairy tale with just the right touch of fantasy. See this film. After the movie, we PS2ed, then went to bed about 2 a.m. And, speaking of Christa, I read Fritz Leiber's short story, "Coming Attraction" (1950). Imagine a futuristic NYC that's suffered a few nuclear disasters and now exists in a strange film noir haze of purple moonlight, masked wrestlers (male and female), and women who have adopted the wrestlers' mask as their most indespensible fashion accessory, all seen through the eyes of a visiting Brit. It was an unexpectedly peculiar tale and made me think of Christa right off.

And then I dreamt of her, so I'm going to take all this as further prompting that i need to give her a call very, very soon. Okay. I've gone on long enough. Time to hit the bears.
  • Current Music
    Tom Waits, "Bride of Rain Dog" (instrumental)
Shaw

9,125 days (give or take)

Addendum: Wow. I'd entirely forgotten "Mercury." That is, I'd forgotten the story, and, more alarmingly, I'd forgotten how very personal this particular story is. This is further evidence that I've been writing more than I should be writing, and that I need a long, long break that isn't coming. I wrote "Mercury" back in October, immediately after having finished Murder of Angels. In a lot of ways, "Mercury" was an escape from all the difficulties of the composition of MoA. Anyway, I think I really love this story, and it makes me a little angry that it had slipped from my mind after a mere seven months. As we read through it, at times it was almost as though I'd never read this story, much less written it. It'll be released as a chapbook by Subterranean Press, free with every copy of the subpress edition of Low Red Moon. We found lots and lots of typos and mistakes, which is also indicative of how frazzled I was when I sent the "finished" ms. to Bill Schafer.

And it was also a bit odd to be reading "Mercury" today, and remembering it, this story about a very young Deacon Silvey's brief, clumsy affair with a transsexual woman, because fifteen years ago today, with the prick of a needle, I began HRT. I was a mere babe of twenty-five. Wow. That afternoon seems, simultaneously, like something that happened at least a hundred years ago and just yesterday. And I've now used "wow" twice in one entry, which is surely a record for me.
  • Current Music
    Annie Lennox, "Into the West"