I am, indeed, much, much better this morning. I would say that I am almost fully recovered, save a bit of congestion and this knife lodged deeply in the convolutions of my right sinus. The fever was the worst of it, though. No more fevers for a long time, please.
I spoke with Bill Schafer at subpress
late yesterday, and he has very graciously agreed to let me postpone the delivery of The Dinosaurs of Mars
for several months. There is so much else I have to write, and TDoM
grows in my head by leaps and bounds (rather like Charles R. Knight's famous painting of a dueling pair of "Laelaps
"). It has become The Project which I most want to be working on, and I don't want to rush any part of it. There's going to be a crucial multi-media aspect to this story, which I'll explain later. It is a relief, to know I'll be able to continue my research for the book, but don't have to actually write it for some time yet.
And I actually wrote yesterday. Huzzah.
Jack Palance is dead at age 87. He was long a favorite actor of mine. Indeed, so great was my adoration of Mr. Palance that I was known for more than a full year as "Aliesha Palance," way back when (long story, some other time). Meanwhile, Kurt Vonnegut is alive at age 84 (as of today). Vonnegut is another long-time hero. They have not yet all passed beyond the veil.
We had a nice walk yesterday. It was marvelously warm. Almost 80F, I think (much cooler today). We saw one of the hawks in Freedom Park, and Spooky found a four-leaf clover. The exercise left me feeling only slightly woozy. Byron came by about 7:30 p.m. (CaST) and helped us finish off the last of the pot of soup Spooky made on Wednesday. Then we watched a new ep of Spongebob Squarepants
(the Second Coming of Jerry Lewis) and Dr. Who
, and then Byron left for Athens, and we watched Battlestar Galactica
. After that, I played Final Fantasy XII
, and let me just say that I have a new videogame crush. Sorry, Manah. Sorry, YRP. Sorry, Lara. Now my heart belongs to a certain Viera nixar named Fran. Those ears. That nose. Those...sigh.
Also, I am becoming ever more obsessed with the role of Norse mythology in House of Leaves
. Yesterday, I realised that Kyrie is a reference to the [Val]kyries (I don't know why it took me so long to see that one), and that, for Johnny Truant, this is essentially the role she plays. Only, in the end, Johnny forsakes the ride to Odin's hall for that other
The leaves are all falling so fast. The roof of the house next door is littered with splotches of gold and yellow, cranberry and orange.
Gotta go write now. But please have a look at the eBay auctions
. Thank ye.