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Howard Hughes needs a new N key.

What were my mornings like before the internet? Honestly, I can hardly remember. What were they like before blogging and this compulsion that drives me, almost every morning, to relate odd bits of the day before? Again, memory fails me. Is this merely a new incarnation of my old familiar exhibitionism? I can't say. But some days, like day, it seems damned absurd.

I did another 1,121 words yesterday on "The Cryomancer's Daughter." I like where it's going, but it's a strangely autobiographical piece. Perhaps I ought not admit that. But what's this thing for, this blog, if not the telling of secrets? Anyway, with luck, I'll be finished with "The Cryomancer's Daughter" by tomorrow evening, which will pretty much take care of Sirenia Digest #8. Then it's on to the vignettes for Tales from the Woeful Platypus.

Yesterday, I needed to find an author's photo for the dust jacket of Alabaster, so we ended up going through hundreds of photos from the Big Box of Photographs, 1991-2005. Which dredged up a thousand or so inconvenient and unwanted memories. And made me miss Nar'eth even more than I was already missing her. But we did finally find something for the dust jacket. So, at least all was not in vain.

More rain yesterday, towards nightfall. We walked through Freedom Park just after twilight, that thin place between twilight and true night, and the grass was wet and a light fog lay over everything. There were bats. And most of the day's heat, which has been lingering well into the evenings, had been driven away. Back home, we read. Since the birthday gift of Netflix, we've been spending entirely too much time watching movies. I futzed about with a Tarot deck. There was more limeade.

Today is cloudy, and it's a welcomed change from the white broiling skies we've had for days and days.

Almost all the eBay auctions are ending today, so please have a look. I'm a little surprised that no one's bid on the Silk hardback, signed by Poppy and Clive Barker and me. Occasionally, I get requests that I auction one of these, and when I finally break down and do it, no one bids. Oh, and I should repeat my congratulations and thanks to the winner of the Snapdragon auction. Anyway, yes, please have a look at the rest. Thanks. Now I have to see a man about a platypus...

Postscript: Frell. Just as I hit "save entry," FedEx pulled up and now the CEM of Daughter of Hounds is lying on my office floor. However, I shall not even open that huge white package until "The Cryomancer's Daughter" is finished.


Jul. 6th, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)
Hardcover numbered edition, signed by you and Mr. Poppy.
Jul. 6th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
Hardcover numbered edition, signed by you and Mr. Poppy.

At a B&N? Wow.
Jul. 6th, 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)
Yep - at the B&N in Whitehall, PA (Allentown)

Every once in a while they surprise me with something like that.

Once, at a different B&N in a different state, found an Ellison/Berry signed and slipcased hardcover copy of "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman that was actually *less* expensive than the dogeared softcover of the same sitting right next to it.