August 19th, 2009


"...and I am the bones you could not break."

I should try to make this brief. Usually, I say that, and then spiral off into long-winded entries.

Another scorcher here in Providence, but the meteorologists say help is on the way. Right now, it's 84F with a heat index of 88F. In the House, it's 83F. Our plan is to head to the air-conditioned sanctuary of a library today, where I'll get some more work done on notes for this month's Sirenia Digest and the next novel. But tomorrow I have to get back to actually writing. I'd hoped to get through two issues of the digest this month, but now I fear, between one disruption and another, I'll be hard pressed just to manage the one.

There's a new review of The Red Tree up at Cinema Suicide. Generally, very positive, and it raises valid concerns, especially about marketing, some of which we have recently discussed here.

I hope to get some work done on the website tonight.

This weekend, I should be delivering the final ms. for The Ammonite Violin & Others to Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press.

After the dreaded doctor's appointment yesterday, Spooky rewarded me for not having bitten anyone (she hates when they have to use the muzzle on me), and we drove down to South County and Moonstone Beach where it was much cooler than here in Providence. There were more people than usual at Moonstone, also trying to escape the heat. The beach roses were all heavy with ripe red rose hips. The day was too hazy to see across the sound to Block Island. I picked through the cobbles and pebbles for mermaid's tears, and then headed up into the dunes, just to dig about in the sand. Spooky waded a bit, but said the water was very cold. A few people were swimming, regardless. We stayed until sunset, and it made me feel much, much better. There are a few photos:

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Also, I wanted to repost my to-be-read before year's end list, because I left something off:

Spook Country* by William Gibson
Steampunk edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer
Mister B. Gone by Clive Barker
Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert (re-read)
Children of Dune by Frank Herbert (re-read)
Dinosaurs of Italy* by Cristiano Dal Sasso
Doomsday Men* by P. D. Smith
Palimpsest by Catherynne Valente
Generation Loss by Elizabeth Hand
Hubert's Freaks by Gregory Gibson

Also, yesterday, someone brought Peter Watts' "Rifters Trilogy" to my attention yesterday. I've never read Watts, but his deep-adapted humanoids has me rethinking my Homo sapiens natator story.