Here we are, snowed in. Like autumn sunlight, and late afternoon sunlight, snow is kind to Providence. The city is rendered more majestic, and a lot of the ugliness of urban modernity is smoothed away. Until the melting begins, and then it's worse than it was to start with. A wild night last night, but peaceful this morning.
I got to sleep sometime after 4:30 ayem, I believe. Hard to be sure. The facts in the case at hand are fluid. There is more fluidity to the past than most suppose.
It wasn't my intention to have that little blogging hiatus. Sonya and Geoffrey visited on Tuesday and Wednesday, and then, on Thursday and Friday, I got very, very bogged down editing Two Worlds and In Between
. And then, on Friday, Xmas Eve, I fell into a sort of funk over the holiday. The last few years, I've done quite a good job of ignoring Xmas, for the most part, but this year it somehow jabbed me in the face with a pointy stick. I did my best to preserve our tradition of anti-Xmas, and I made a huge lasagna, and we watched Badder Santa
, and brought out LSD Penguin, and...well, the usual...but Xmas bugged me, anyway. Then the weather went to fuck. We were up and out yesterday morning, far too early, to lay in supplies for the snowy siege.
I should have spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday working on Sirenia Digest
#61. It was idiotic of me to do otherwise.
A couple of quick announcements regarding Subterranean Press
1) Bill Schafer at subpress
wrote "...your backlist will be available in all the major e-reader formats, not just for the Kindle." So, correction. All those books I announced as coming to only
Kindle in 2011, will actually be coming to pretty much all e-readers. And, since all my novels except Silk
are already available for Kindle, I suppose I've entered the Age of Ebooks (even if I came kicking and screaming).
2) I should note that many of the stories being reprinted in Two Worlds and In Between
again be reprinted anywhere else. At least, not in my lifetime. Mostly, the stories written from 1992 though 2001, probably 14 of the 23 (the majority, actually). So, think of that as an added incentive to pick up a copy of the collection. Also, I have thoughts on how my stories function as comprehensive snapshots of who I was at the time I wrote them, but I'll save those for another entry. Much too much work to do today.
Also also, slow death to anyone who steals electronic copies of anything
I write via BitTorrent, etc. Need it free? Use the goddamn library
. And interlibrary loan actually does work.
During the storm, Spooky and I read blackholly
(2002), and enjoyed it quite a lot. We've begun Valiant
(2005), which is even better. It's always good to see a writer's growth from one book to the next. Mostly, I can't believe I waited so long to start reading Holly's stuff. She does Fairie right. She gives good fay.
Behind the cut, photos of the snow. Two Spooky snapped last night, and one from this morning. We haven't yet ventured out post-blizzard. Maybe later. Maybe Spooky and not me.
I wish I were at the sea.
Yours in White,
Aunt Beast( Collapse )