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And be you blithe and bonny...

Let it never be said that I am utterly incapable of thwarting those pleasant distractions that would woo me away from the keyboard, that would drive me towards relaxation and entertainment, when there are words to be written and deadlines to be met. Byron just called to see if we wanted to take in a matinee of the new Jet Li movie with him. That's how I would have preferred to spend this day; instead, I will be writing my next bit of the collaboration with Sonya (sovay) for Sirenia Digest. Argh.

Quite a good writing day yesterday. I did 1,129 words on "Daughter of Man, Mother of Wyrm" and finished the vignette about five p.m. The final three quarters of the piece came to me in an appropriately fiery torrent. I've decided I'm keeping the title. Now, I have a week to write the remaining 5,921 words of Tales from the Woeful Platypus, if I'm to meet my new deadline of October 1st. I'm thinking that "The Black Alphabet" will be the accompanying chapbook for this volume, which will give me the opportunity to present both halves together.

I slept seven and a half hours last night, which feels like all the sleep in the world, the way things have been this past week. And the worst of the dreams were not so bad. So, my head's clearer today than it's been in some time.

I got the fifth section of our collaboration from Sonya yesterday (we still need a title). Today, I'll write section six. Also, I got the pencils for "Untitled 24" from Vince. A beautiful illustration this will be. Late in the day, I spoke with Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press concerning my next subpress project, The Dinosaurs of Mars, to be published after the fashion of The Dry Salvages, as a stand-alone hardback novella. I shall likely be writing it in October. Details TBA. Oh, also I should mention that Sirenia Digest 11 (October) will include an interview with Vince Locke, which should be very drad.

Late, we had a good and unremarkable walk. TCM's showing a bunch of old Dick Cavett Show episodes, and last night was the interview with Robert Mitchum, which I had to see. I think it originally aired in 1971, as there was some mention of Ryan's Daughter having just been filmed. In 1971 I was only six years old, or seven, depending whether we're talking pre- or post-May 26th. Then we got back to Shakespeare with Kenneth Branagh's 1993 adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing, which I find thoroughly delightful. I've always thought it one of Shakespeare's weaker works, but Branagh gets the most from it. Even Keanu Reeves' inexplicable presence doesn't manage to muck things up, and Michael Keaton's Beetlejuice-esque take on Dogberry is priceless. I'd not seen it since the theatrical release. I'm very frustrated, by the way, that (as far as I can tell) Brannagh's superb adaptations of Hamlet and Henry V are both currently unavailable on DVD. Anyway, after Benedick and Beatrice and Messina, not yet ready for bed, I went back to TCM for more Robert Mitchum, the original 1962 version of John D. MacDonald's Cape Fear, directed by J. Lee Thompson. And then, about 2:15 or so, I crawled away to bed. I drifted off to sleep listening to Zoe Keating and thinking about The Dinosaurs of Mars.

That was yesterday. Except I left out the part about having to go to frelling Target, because we need a lot of candles for Mabon and Samhain and couldn't pay a lot for them. Target's not quite as nasty as Wal-Mart, but it's within spitting distance. If Wal-Mart's ebola, then Target is surely at least bubonic plague. And the nastiness of the Target down on Moreland is compounded by the fact that it has a Pizza Hut and Starbuck's inside. But at least we got a lot of candles.

Okay. I must go write. I'm missing Byron and Jet Li for this, after all. Don't forget: you can still get both Alabaster and Daughter of Hounds from Amazon.com for a mere $27.70. Just do it. Please. Now.

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greygirlbeast
Sep. 22nd, 2006 08:11 pm (UTC)
but I did manage to watch Night of the Hunter

It's such a wonderful film, isn't it? Sort of Angela Carter meets William Faulkner meets Flannery O'Connor. I have the Davis Grubb novel around here somewhere, but I've never gotten around to reading it.
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greygirlbeast
Sep. 22nd, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
I'm dying to know what your favorite scene is

I love the scenes of the boat floating down the river. And the shot of Shelly Winters drowned body in teh sunken car at the bottom of the river. I could go on and on.

But, yeah, the scene where Lilian Gish and Mitchum are singing, superb.

There's a line that Gish has, "I've got something trapped out on my barn," and it's the fact that she says something insetad of someone. Brilliant.
sovay
Sep. 22nd, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
It's such a wonderful film, isn't it?

I love The Night of the Hunter: I saw it for the first time last year, knowing nothing about it except that it contained Robert Mitchum, and it amazed me. It was like falling into someone else's nightmares; drifting down the river, the preacher's shadow on the horizon. There's one hymn I won't ever be able to hear again.