May 16th, 2008

talks to wolves

"You have set something in motion..."

Not quite awake, though I bloody well ought to be. What good is raisin/cinnamon toast with organic cream cheese and a glass of Gatorade if it doesn't wake you up?

Yesterday, I wrote 1,083 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Mostly, how Sarah Crowe met "Amanda Tyrell."* I think this is the last scene in the chapter. Another day or two of writing. After the writing, I packed eight boxes of books, before admitting I was too tired to pack anything more.

But the office is damn near done. I've never written in an empty office before, all the shelves bare of books. Almost all of them. Only fourteen days left until M Day. Fourteen Days. Two weeks. Two of those days will be lost to a couple more day trips to Burningspam (to see my doctor, then to retrieve my belongings from the storage unit), so, really, we have only twelve days remaining in which to pack, etc. And I have only six writing days left before the move. Wow. Fourteen days. 336 hours. Well, no, because it's already 11:30 ayem, so more like 324.5 hours. 19,470 minutes. 1,168,200 seconds (give or take). Spooky's gonna smack me when she sees this breakdown.

It rained all day yesterday.

Later, sometime After dinner, we...well, never mind that part. But after that part, we watched a whole bunch of the special features on the Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street DVDs. Helena Bonham Carter is cuter than anyone has a right to be. Later still, Spooky read to me from House of Leaves — mostly the section on Karen Navidson's short films What Some Have Thought and A Brief History of Who I Love. I still find the Hunter S. Thompson comments priceless. Then Spooky fell asleep, and I read to myself from Ronald Rainger's biography of Henry Fairfield Osborn — Chapter 6, "The Museum, the Zoo, and the Preservation of Nature" — until about 3 ayem.

And I'm two doses into the antibiotic, and, of course, they frell with my stomach. Stupid tick.

Oh, and before I forget again, I post the following for the kindly, T-shirt making aliens over at Ziraxia (who brought you the Stiff Kitten Ts):

Reynolds/Washburne 2008

Shiny! You must have one. You must. And right now, they're on sale for only $12.99 (through Monday, when the price goes back to $16.99). Though, I will say that I think "No Power in the 'Verse" would be a better campaign slogan. Maybe we can use those on the bumper stickers and yard signs.

* We never learn "Amanda's" true name in the book, as Sarah only uses a pseudonym when referring to her.