By now, everyone should have Sirenia Digest #16. It went out late last night, about 2 a.m. As always, a big thanks to thingunderthest for the PDFing. I hope to read some comments here today regarding "In View of Nothing" and "Untitled 26." There's also species_of_one, set up for just that sort of thing. Personally, I think #16 is one of the best issues yet. I do apologise for the misspelling of persistently in the prolegomena. Chalk it up to all manner of distractions yesterday.
Indeed, yesterday was a day of varied and frequent distractions, but the work got done, anyway.
Today, at last and finally, I will begin work on The Dinosaurs of Mars. It seems like forever ago that I first conceived of this story. It's been at least a year, I think, since I first used the title here. Last night, late, Spooky and I spent about an hour talking through it. This morning, I have the first lines in my head.
Last night we watched Alfonso Cuarón's Children of Men. I could probably talk about it all damned day, but, instead, I will just say this. Coming to this film, I was skeptical. As a proponent of zero population growth, and with the world's human population quickly approaching 6.6 billion, it just seemed to me like the very last thing human beings need to worry about is infertility and a shortage of offspring. But. Regardless. Children of Men is a stunning piece of sf and a beautifully made film. It is quite possibly now my favourite film of 2006 and certainly one of my three favourite, together with The Fountain and Pan's Labyrinth. It is exquisite and terrible, deeply humane and completely devastating. It wasn't what I was expecting, and that's a good thing. Clive Owen is superb, and Chiwetel Ejiofor is quickly becoming one of my favourite actors. So, yes, a brilliant and important film, and I wish I had the time right now to write about it in depth (though it's hard to do that sort of thing without generating spoilers), and I am grateful to everyone who said that I should see it.
I think that's all for now. I need coffee.