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cocoon dreams

No more going to the dark side with your flying-saucer eyes.
No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out.
The wriggling, squiggling worm inside devours from the inside out.

—Thom Yorke, "Atoms for Peace"

This morning, or afternoon, whatever it may be, by now all subscribers should have Sirenia Digest 10. If you're a subscriber and haven't yet received the September digest, e-mail Spooky at crk_books(at)yahoo(dot)com and she will make things right. Personally, I'm very happy with this issue. It may be the best to date. Certainly, it's in the top three. I'd love to hear some feedback from readers, and I'm sure Sonya (sovay) would, as well.

Yesterday was almost all about the busyness of writing, though I did get out 561 words for the Sirenia Digest prologue-thingy. As promised, I took a long walk right after the journal entry yesterday, about a mile, and there was a marvelous autumn wind, and even though everything's still summer green, some leaves have begun to fall. We read all the way through The Collaboration again, Spooky and I, catching uncaught errors and typos, then I made last minute tweaks. Sonya and I exchanged a few more e-mails and she finally found our title. I'd considered a line from Eliot's "The Dry Salvages," but then she pointed out a bit from Dylan Thomas' "The Ballad of Long-Legged Bait," and so the story became "In the Praying Windows," which was just almost perfect. I spent most of the afternoon laying out and finishing up the digest and sent it to Gordon (thingunderthest) just before dinner.

I had a bath, and Spooky made stuffed porta bellas for dinner, and amazing things they were. Ricotta, parmesan, mozzarella, fresh basil, onion and garlic and red bell pepper, with stir-fried asparagus. I resisted more work, though I shouldn't have, and instead played a couple of hours of Drakengard 2, then watched an old episode of The Dick Cavett Show on TCM, his 1972 interview with Alfred Hitchcock (who'd just made Frenzy), then watched the first half of Serenity for the ninth or tenth time before I was at last sleepy enough for bed.

Today, new words, once the e-mail is done.

I'm having much too much trouble finding Awake this morning (or afternoon), and so far the coffee hasn't really helped. We have a dinner date tonight, so I need to get to it. I'd rather take a blanket and a book and head for Freedom Park...
Tags: autumn, busyness of writing, food, sirenia, writing
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