November 7th, 2006


Election Day

We've voted, though I must, reluctantly, admit that it seemed a fairly futile endeavor. Likely, Republicans shall carry the day here in Georgia, and even if they do not...well, we are talking Georgia politics. It's not like either side would want anything to do with the likes of me or mine. Frankly, I try to keep politics out of the LJ/Blog these days. I figure, having a) already publicly defected from the human race and b) spending so much energy trying to will the big space rock down from the skies to wipe this place clean, I'm best off keeping my mouth shut. It's not apathy. It is absolutely not apathy; just a biding sense that I have nothing to say that's relevant, that, for good or ill, I have placed myself beyond the parameters of the debate. But still, I voted anyway, straight Dem, because I figure a mostly futile poke at big E with the pointy stick of little e is better than having no poke at all.

That said...

Not much to report about yesterday. Sonya and I exchanged numerous e-mails, looking for the story. 1930s, not 1940s. The correspondence of a paternal aunt with a friend or former lover. At least, that's how it seems right now. I read back over "Houses Under the Sea," to be sure my head was in the space where Jacova Angevine waits.

I appear to have picked up a cold, most likely when we braved the hoardes of girl scouts for a day at Fernbank. It seemed that at least a third of them were sneezing and coughing, and in the IMAX theatre there was a particularly sick child directly behind us. Zinc swabs, hot tea, megadoses of Vitamin C, herbal lozenges, etc., but I still feel like ass. Most of yesterday is a blur of sore throat. And the insomnia persists.

Oh, and we have rain, so no walk today. Ah, well. I can still pace.

new eBay: Daughter of Hounds ARC and Alabaster lettered w/doll

So, after two wonderful months away from the increasingly annoying world of eBay, we're back with a pair of special auctions. The first is an authorized auction of one of the advance-reading copies of Daughter of Hounds. The second is for a copy of the previously unannounced lettered state of Alabaster, which is being auctioned with Spooky's latest doll — the green-haired boy who brings Dancy the bottle in "Les Fleurs Empoisonnées — and a copy of the "Highway 97" chapbook. All books come signed and can be personalized at the buyers request. The doll comes with Spooky's maker mark plus my initials.

I do not expect to be able to offer another copy of the Daughter of Hounds ARC, and obviously the Alabaster auction is a one-of-a-kind affair.

The lettered state of Alabaster was never offered (or even mentioned) by Subterranean Press, and the 26 copies, A-Z, were split between me and subpress. I got N-Z (thank you, Bill), and I'm keeping Z for myself, which means the winning bidder gets to choose from N-Y.

Here are the links:

Daughter of Hounds ARC

Alabaster lettered with doll and chapbook

Meanwhile, I'm sick as a dog. A sick dog.