July 9th, 2006


That's the way it's been since Protozoa...

There was no journal entry yesterday because there was no writing on Friday, and I was just too damn disgusted with myself to write about not having written. However, yesterday was better, and I did 1,135 words on "The Cryomancer's Daughter," which presently totals 4,084 words. It is my intention to finish the piece today. I'm liking it quite a lot, despite the difficulty its autobiographical elements have posed. It's supposed to be hard. Sometimes I forget that. It's supposed to hurt, one way or another. I'd originally imagined "The Cryomancer's Daughter" as a vignette, but its turned into an actual short story, and I'm glad of that. I suspect that I may go back to it, in time, and it may become a novelette or something, something longer. There's a lot of potential here. Anyway, if you want to read it, just go to the Sirenia Digest website, read the FAQ, and sign up for a subscription (which is to say, "please," as well as "now's a really good time").

I've determined that my next sf novella for Subterranean Press will likely be titled "The Dinosaurs of Mars," though, in truth, I've yet to find the story that goes with the title. That happens to me sometimes. I find the perfect title, then have to find its story. It happened with "Angels You Can See Through," for instance. The title came to me in 1993, but I didn't write the story until 1999. "Spindleshanks (New Orleans, 1956)" began as a title, as did "So Runs the World Away," "...Between the Gargoyle Trees," "Breakfast in the House of the Rising Sun," and "Rats Live on No Evil Star," along with a number of others.

Note to Sirenia Digest subscribers. The digest will now be released on or about the 21st of each month, instead of the 14th. For whatever reason, it's been coming out nearer the 21st almost every month, so I figured I might as well make it official. Also, Vince is on vacation until July 17th and won't be able to do this month's illustration until he gets back, so I figured this was a good time to make the scheduling change.

A belated happy 30th birthday to scarletboi, whom I first met when he was merely a tadpole of twenty (I think). It's been a long damn time, regardless.

Tim Pratt has written a really wonderful review of Alabaster for the June '06 issue of Locus. So far, Alabaster is three for three.

We were pleased to learn that Pets Are People, Too has made a donation to the Atlanta Humane Society (a no-kill shelter) in Sophie's name. We found out day before yesterday. Then, last night, while taking our evening walk, we met a sociable brown tabby and I petted him. And realized it's the first time I've touched a cat in almost a month, the first cat I've touched since the last time I held Sophie.

Last night we watched Howl's Moving Castle, which came in from Netflix two or three weeks ago and has been sitting neglected on the coffee table all this time, waiting for me to be in the mood to see it. I found it delightful, and the film almost made me cry, even if the ending might have made just a little more sense. Night before last, we watched Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, which I enjoyed immensely, even though I've not played FF VII and had precious little idea who anyone was or why they were doing the things they did. The animation made up for my confusion. I'm like that, an eye slut. I am not ashamed. Oh, and Thursday night we watched Renny Harlin's so-so The Long Kiss Goodnight. It might have been a very good film with a better director and a better script. Samuel Jackson makes up for most of the rough spots, and the film includes one of the best explosions ever filmed. Oh, but we've been reading, too, so all this eye sluttery isn't as bad as one might think.

Okay. Gotta go write. New eBay auctions later today. I'll close with a couple of photos from the twilight, day before yesterday (behind the cut):

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