Still trying to shake off the dreamsickness. There was a lot. Of the dream, I mean. Too much to put down here. Towards the end, I was trying to mount a Triceratops
skeleton (minds out of gutters NOW), and a lot of the bones were aready on the welded armature. But then I realized that all the vertebrae were missing (even though the ribs were mounted), and I couldn't remember where in the Dream Museum they'd been stored. All I had was one badly weathered vertebra. Normal people dream about showing up for class naked, or going on stage and forgetting the lines. Me, I get Triceratops
Anyway, there's a nice (short) review of The Red Tree
up at LibraryJournal.com. And I quote: "With its intelligent blend of folklore, horror, and dark fantasy, Kiernan's latest appeals well beyond urban fantasy fans; readers who enjoy Neil Gaiman, Poppy Z. Brite, and Keith Donohue may want to check it out. Lost
fans mourning the lack of new episodes will appreciate the similar themes and intricate puzzles here." Booya! Thank you, LibraryJournal.com. I'll even forgive the comparison with Donohue. Mostly, I love the "well beyond urban fantasy" and "intricate puzzles" parts.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,357 words and finished "Vicaria Draconis." Go me. I rather like how it turned out, though it's yet another "not very me" story. I want to write a "very me" vignette next. Anyway, it's been sent away to Vince
to be illustrated, and will appear in Sirenia Digest
#44 later this month.
Let's see. Other news. My whole life seems to have been swallowed by promotional stuff for The Red Tree
. For various reasons, I've made the executive decision not to release the "book trailer" until August 14th, ten days after
the book's street date. This email (behind a cut, but you should read it), part of an exchange between readingthedark
and me, will help to explain the decision (it's rather long, but enlightening):( Collapse )
So, better to do it right
, than to do it fast
. Which has always been my motto. Well, one of my mottoes. I have a lot. Like "Never drive a car when you're dead," which I stole from Tom Waits.
Last night, we finished Max Brooks' World War Z
, and Spooky and I thought it was really brilliant. I don't read much of what could be called "genre horror," despite how I may be perceived as an author. When I do
read a "horror" novel, I'm looking for a visceral, but very intelligent reading experience. And that's what WWZ
delivers. Intelligent, horrific, awful (original meaning), poignant, gut-wrenching (literally), deeply moving, truly apocalyptic. One I wish to fuck I'd written. I have been told the audio book is very good, and Spooky and I are now tracking down a copy of it. Most of the rest of the world likely read this book two years ago, but if you haven't, I strongly recommend it. I tend to find zombie films dull and predictable and dumb. There are notable exceptions: Romero's original Night of the Living Dead
, Zack Snyder's Dawn of the Dead
remake, and Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later
. And that's the sort of punch Brooks delivers.
Okay. There's a bunch of stuff to do. I don't even have a list....but, there are the ongoing eBay auctions
, and please, please visit the website today
, and spread the URL. Feed the Tree!