September 21st, 2006


And she calls us, still unfed...

Not even half enough sleep on Monday night, followed by virtually no sleep on Tuesday night, and every moment that I did manage to sleep, the dreams were right there, violent and bright and they always know exactly where to frelling jab. All the soft spots. So the first half of yesterday is a blur. Dreamsick and unable to quite wake up or focus my eyes. Finally, in one of those cure or kill strokes of desperation, I made certain alterations to my body chemistry and the dreams loosened their hold and, Lo!, I was able to write. I did 621 words on "Daughter of Man, Mother of Wyrm," which was quite a bit better than the paltry 225 words I did on Tuesday. Better still, what I wrote yesterday I can actually use. On Tuesday, I sat myself down to write a "weirdly erotic" vignette and began, instead, an intricate and bawdy Gilliamesque fantasy which would have required a good 12,000 words to complete. Spooky loved it, but I've set it aside for another time. Right now, there's only time for Tales from the Woeful Platypus and Sirenia Digest 10. All the way to the end of September, there is time for nothing else.

This month, the digest will, once again, be a little late. I just got the rough sketch from Vince's illustration for "Untitled 23" last night (it's gonna be gorgeous, the finished piece). And Sonya and I still have a ways to go on our collaboration. I'm hoping that the digest will go out on Tuesday or Wednesday. For my part, I'd rather it be done well than be done on time, and I hope you feel the same. I do thank you all for your patience.

Over at "Tropism," Tim Pratt has very nice things to say about Daughter of Hounds.

We're getting a foretaste of autumn, just in time for Mabon. We needed sweaters for our walk last night. The sky has assumed that startling, disarming shade of bottomless blue. I am made uneasy by such wide monochrome skies. But the nip in the air is nice, I must admit.

The Shakespeare binge was interupted Tuesday night by Prachya Pinkaew's Ong-bak (2003), because Byron said we should see it. And yes, Tony Jaa does have the moves. Then, last night, we watched Ralph Nelson's Lilies of the Field (1963) with Sidney Poitier. It's an old favourite I'd not seen in a while. Spooky made a marvelously spicy bean and cabbage soup for dinner, a Spanish recipe, which we shall have again tonight.

Ah, and here's a photo Spooky took Monday of a mantid visitor to our front porch (behind the cut):

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