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A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!

Sunday morning. I know it's Sunday morning because the Xtians one block over are wailing like the rapture came yesterday and none of them were taken. I have music (PJ Harvey) playing on the iMac as loud as is reasonable, trying to block out the PentecostalBaptistwhatever whooping and caterwauling. I am fairly certain there are no churches so near the new place in Providence, and if there are, they almost certainly won't be of the yodeling variety. Some nice, quiet Catholics, please, or Episcopalians or something of that ilk. Maybe a synagogue or mosque.

Asleep about 3 ayem last night, but then awake at a little before 9 ayem, after a long and unnerving series of dreams. Mild dreamsickness now, almost three hours since I awoke. I don't recall much of the bloody thing (thank you, Ambien). Even less I'm willing to put down here. But there was some bit where I was sitting on the kitchen floor with a carving knife, and all the lights were out. All the lights, as though from a power outage. It was so dark, and I sat there with the knife, gouging at the wall, listening to something moving about outside, just beneath the kitchen window, rustling through the holly bush. And another fragment, still with the knife, but I was sitting in a very brightly lit room at a sink, scrubbing at the blade. It was clean, but I kept scrubbing at it. The water from the tap was icy cold. I had nothing to scrub at the knife with but water and my bare fingers, and always there was the sensation of being watched.


Yesterday, I wrote 1,030 words on a new story/vignette for Sirenia Digest #30 (May; the issue after #29, the forthcoming April issue). For several years now, I've been trying to find a story to accompany the title "Rappaccini's Dragon." Sitting here yesterday, paging through Laurence Gadd's Deadly Beautiful, the story found me. It's a fairy tale, sort of, about revenge, and toxicity, and the limits of the human body as a weapon.

A rather nice little review of Threshold at Rambles.net. I figured I'd mention it, since I made such a fuss about that silly Amazon.com "review" of Low Red Moon a few days back. The comment, "It's hard to believe Threshold is only Kiernan's second book," made me smile, because, in truth it was my fourth novel. The first was The Five of Cups (though it wasn't published until 2003) and then there was the ghostwritten novel I did after finishing and selling Silk (and no, I can't tell, so don't ask). I do wish reviewers would resist this urge to summarize, and remember that book reviews are not book reports. But yes, a nice review.

Otherwise, not much to yesterday. I didn't leave the house. I packed exactly one box (books). Spooky went out and got BBQ from Dusty's for dinner (truly, I will miss Dusty's). There were splendid thunderstorms all night, it seemed. In Second Life, Spooky and I worked a bit on the new wing of the Palaeozoic Museum in New Babbage, then attended a Very Special Event in Toxia. And that was yesterday.

Ever seen a platypus brew a cup of coffee? Someday, I shall have to take photos.


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Apr. 27th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
'and then there was the ghostwritten novel I did after finishing and selling '

...It is now my solemn duty to figure out which book this is.

Even if I have to read every novel everywhere and count the F-words therein.
Apr. 27th, 2008 07:26 pm (UTC)
HA! From an unimpeachable source:

'...it had been "proved on usenet" that Caitlin Kiernan had ghost-written Stardust for me...Cait wrote Stardust...' - Neil Gaiman

...fine, so it's out of context. What?

Edited at 2008-04-27 07:28 pm (UTC)
Apr. 29th, 2008 04:40 pm (UTC)
I did that exhaustive study of what it could possibly be.

And I solved it to my satisfaction, eventually coming up with a list of about twelve solid reasons.

And it's not Stardust, but you knew that.

But I'll never tell either.
Apr. 27th, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
(First time poster/long-ish time reader) I can't express adequately how much I've grown to love your blog. It's just about the only one I read with regularity anymore. A little over a year ago, I discovered your short stories through the "Best New Horror" collections and sought out the novels since then and well, now, I'm hooked. For me personally, the most valuable part of your blog is when you say how many words you wrote that day. This puts a very practical perspective on the whole "being a writer" fantasy I have.

But I'm curious about revisions and how that factors into your word count calculations. Are these numbers for polished prose or for first drafts or...
Apr. 27th, 2008 07:14 pm (UTC)

But I'm curious about revisions and how that factors into your word count calculations. Are these numbers for polished prose or for first drafts or...

It is only very rarely that I genuinely write in drafts. Usually, the "first draft" of a story is, say, 98.5% (numbers from my ass) identical to the version that ends up in print. I polish as I write. If I didn't, I'd probably write a lot faster.
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Apr. 27th, 2008 11:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Wailing Ones

What would you read?

Nothing. I would simply ask for silence.
Apr. 27th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
I used to live near a Muslim place of worship, not a proper mosque, but close enough- and we could hear the call to prayer when the wind was right.
It was pretty cool.
Apr. 27th, 2008 10:48 pm (UTC)
I think a mosque would be bad as well, with calls to prayer yodelled at unsociable hours.
Apr. 27th, 2008 11:45 pm (UTC)

I think a mosque would be bad as well, with calls to prayer yodeled at unsociable hours.

It's a complicated matter. All I cans say is, still, this wouldn't be as bad.
Apr. 28th, 2008 01:28 pm (UTC)
Your platypus sounds cute. At least in my mind it looks cute, when i imagine him (it was Mr. Platypus, right?) holding his mug, waiting in front of a machine, brewing a fresh coffee.
Apr. 29th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
We don't often talk on SL, but being a fellow insomniac who also takes Ambien with the mixed/disappointing results that you also get from it, it's oddly comforting when I see you on my friend's list late at night and know I'm not alone in my elusive quest for sleep.
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