A remarkable eight and a half hours sleep, though there were very strange dreams that refuse to fade. And I didn't wake until 11:30 a.m., so now I'm behind, on a day I really cannot afford to be behind.
Day before yesterday, which would have been Saturday, after writing an additional 530 words on "The Alchemist's Daughter," bringing it to 6,848 words, I finally determined that there was no possible way I was going to be able to bring the story in under 10,000 words. And since I've been having so much trouble with it (I'd only written 31 usable words on Friday, the 12th, despite sitting here at the iMac for five hours), the time had come to do what I said
I was going to do on Tuesday (June 9th), and shelve the thing until some future date. It had become such a source of frustration, I'd entirely lost any passion I might once have had for the piece. I was stumbling over every word. And, combined with the effects of the insomnia, it was beginning to make me ill. So, I have set it aside. And now I will proceed to "The Mermaid of the Concrete Sea" and the story I have to write for the sword-and-sorcery anthology, and so on and so forth, and hope I can get all this work done in the next two weeks.
Somehow, a month that started off looking as though it would be easier than the last few months, one in which I might actually have a surplus of time, has become a month wherein I am woefully behind.
Yesterday, I didn't even try to write. Well, I did write the very detailed bibliography/biography requested by ReaderCon
, but that's all. I'd hardly slept the night before, the morning before, so we took the camera and drove out to Moosup Valley to scout locations for the trailer for The Red Tree
. It was a good drive in the country, that wooded and far western portion of Rhode Island that might as well be Connecticut. And I might post some of the footage later. But I think I've determined most of the trailer will actually be filmed in Providence and South County, and not Moosup Valley. And so not "shot on location." Moosup Valley is simply too remote, and there are South County stand-ins for almost everything we need. There will be some brief shots from Barbs Hill Road, but I suspect that's about it.
But yes, yesterday was nice. A mostly cloudy day, but the lighting was wonderful, and there was no rain. The air smelled of green things and flowers. We sat at the edge of the flooded gravel pit across the street from the Tyler Free Library and listened to frogs and mourning doves. It still feels nothing like summer, and doesn't look like it will until, possibly, sometime in July. We made it home about 6 p.m., I think, but it might have been later. It might have been earlier. I'm so sleep deprived and stressed and dreamsick, time has become very soupy and indistinguishable.
If you've not already, please have a look at the current eBay auctions
. Bid if you are able and so inclined. Thank you. Proceeds will be used to defray the cost of my attending ReaderCon
20, which is beginning to look like the only con I'll be doing this year.
Postscript (4:02 p.m.): I finally caved in and chose a Facebook username, caitlin.r.kiernan