November 24th, 2006

Heavy Horses

Book of Days

Yesterday, I wrote 1,052 words. Not bad. Not too damn shabby. Then, after dinner and the Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends "movie,", I worked on getting the last bits done on Sirenia Digest 12, which will go out to subscribers (and why aren't you one?) this very afternoon or evening. There are a couple of bugs to be worked out first. Anyway, yeah, I tinkered with the digest until 11:16 p.m. (CaST) last night. If not for Red Bull, I'd be nothing. After work was finally done, I played a couple more hours of Final Fantasy XII. Fran with a cypress staff is even sexier than Fran with a bow, though I would not have thought such a thing possible.

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my first Blogger entry. Five years worth of entries now, and I'm guessing that's easily half a million words. Back then, on November 24, 2001, Threshold had just been released, I was only beginning to imagine the book that would become Low Red Moon, and had barely begun my work with Subterranean Press. Wrong Things, In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, and From Weird and Distant Shores were all just around the corner. I was still writing for DC/Vertigo. Back then, I was extremely skeptical at the whole idea of a public journal, but Neil persuaded me to give it a shot. Originally, I'd only intended to document the writing of LRM, but when those eight months had come and gone, I discovered I didn't want to give it up. That November, I was living in downtown Birmingham and was working part-time at the McWane Science Center. I was still doing field work in the Late Cretaceous of Alabama. Spooky and I were not quite yet an item (though we actual met in March '99). A lot has changed. Anyway, to mark the date, I've included that first entry below (behind the cut). Here's to another five years.

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During our walk yesterday, we saw two of the hawks. It was marvelously warm. I was even able to open my office window for most of the afternoon; it's supposed to be warmer still today.

Byron called from Athens, where he's visiting his family.

The first day after Xtian Thanksgiving is also the first day of Jethro Tull season, which somehow helps me survive winter.

It occurs to me that I presently have far too many books to promote all at once, as I've somehow ended up with three releases in January 2007: Daughter of Hounds (please preorder today, and thank you), the mmp of Threshold, and Tales from the Woeful Platypus. I shall endeavor not to have this happen again, three books in one month. Whichever book I happen to be promoting, I inevitably feel as though I'm neglecting the other two.

One last thing before I wrap up this entry and move along to the wishes and whims of Herr Platypus. I've decided I'm going to put together a short collection, maybe four or five stories, all reprints from Tales of Pain and Wonder and To Charles Fort, With Love, and offer it as a free downloadable PDF. There will be illustrations and lots of fun marginalia. And did I mention it will be free? Hey, it works for heroin pushers, I figure I might as well give it a shot. The first one's on me...

Oh, and comments especially welcome today. I don't know. I'm just in a responding-to-comments sort of mood.

Postscript: Lots of people have been asking about Sirenia Digest back issues. Yes, they may be purchased. Just $10 per. November '05 (No. 0) through October '06 (No. 11). Interested? E-mail Spooky at crk_books(at)yahoo(dot)com, and she'll fix you up, so to speak.