There were two production queries yesterday regarding Daughter of Hounds, both concerning epigraphs. I'd somehow misquoted Emily Dickinson once and Coleridge once, but only just barely in each case. Just me being careless. We have come to that part of post-production where the most minor of details are being attended to, fixed, put right. It will be a book soon. Just three and a half months to go. Considering how long the novel gestated in my mind, then took to write, three and a half months seems like no time at all.
setsuled was asking about the Dinosaur of Sinclair Avenue, mentioned in yesterday's entry. She was first mentioned here in my entry of January 7th, 2006, where there are photos. Spooky found her first, sometime in 2005, and led me to her later on.
After the writing, I had a bath, then played Drakengard 2 on PS2 while we waited for Byron and Jim and "Hannah," with whom we had a dinner date. I'd not seen Jim since my frelling birthday in May, and I'd not seen "Hannah" since the night before we left for Rhode Island, back in July. We caught up. Jim's finished his thesis on Eurdora Welty and is beginning his Ph. D. work, and also working with a Yeats scholar, which made me envious. Afterwards, we stopped by Xocolatl for spicy Mexican chocolate ice cream. Back home, everyone visited with Hubero. Byron stayed late, and we watched shorts by David Lynch and Martin Scorcese on TCM. After Byron left, Spooky and I watched del Toro's El Espinazo del diablo (The Devil's Backbone; 2001). Gods, what a beautiful, painful film. Perfection in almost every frame, as well as in the whole, and I can confidently say it's one of the best ghost stories (or fairie tales) committed to celluloid in the last fifty years. I think I got to bed about two a.m., but sat up a while longer, reading more from Tolkein's Unfinished Tales, mostly "The Battles of the Fords of Isen."
Time to make the doughnuts...
Postscript (3:06 p.m.): I've just learned of the death of Charles L. Grant. I was particularly fond of his Oxrun series and the remarkable eleven volumes of the Shadows anthology. Very, very sad news.