coldDespite distracting health crap early yesterday, I tried to get a good start on Part Two of "The Crimson Alphabet." But I only managed 462 words for letter N, and I'm not even sure they're usable words. I've got to find momentum and motivation and hold on.
I didn't mention yesterday that on Wednesday I read both "Twenty Evocations" and "Spider Rose" by Bruce Sterling (in Crystal Express, 1989). I thought the later was especially fine, once I managed to see past the technoporn trappings. What at first seemed like just another dry examination of computer-enhanced human beings in space turned out to be, instead, a sort of lamentation on the loss of humanity...or rather, the loss of society and biology...as well as a tale of the unlikely rediscovery of interaction with living beings via radical morphological alteration. Indeed, the ending was reminiscent of something I might have done for Sirenia Digest. So, yeah, I liked "Spider Rose" quite a lot. It was originally published in 1982 in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Given the prevailing climate among sf writers, I might be tempted to call this piece anti-Singularitarian.
Not much else to yesterday. I huddled in my office, trying to stay warm. Spooky listed a new doll on Etsy, and it sold almost at once. We had the last of the New Year's Day black-eyed peas for dinner. I took an extremely hot bath and finally got warm. It occurs to me that I have not yet left the house this year, as I haven't been out since New Year's Eve.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Onward, platypus...
