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I didn't write an entry yesterday because Sunday was the sort of writing day that hardly bears mentioning. I wrote twenty eight words. No, really. And having done that, I realized that I needed to read back over Chapter Six of The Red Tree before going deeper into Chapter Seven...so I read it aloud to Spooky, who was patient and listened. And there was some invaluable discussion afterwards regarding how the book will be wrapping up, because we've reached the point where I need to understand how that's going to happen. Anyway, despite that progress, at the end of the day I was annoyed and disgusted with myself. Fortunately, I made up for it yesterday, by writing 2,144 words on what will be the next to last chapter of the book. From where I am now, I can see THE END, and it terrifies me. And, too, I find myself more disturbed at the impending fate of my protagonist than is usual for me to feel. This is not a book with a happy ending. Maybe my grimmest ending ever, even more so than in Silk and Low Red Moon and Murder of Angels. At least each of those books leaves the reader (and, importantly, she who wrote it) with a sliver of hope. I hesitate to say so, but in many ways, The Red Tree is a more adult book than anything I've written previously. But, yes, a very fine writing day yesterday.

After I was done for the day, we hastily dressed and went out into the world. It was sunny, so we didn't have to worry about the damned windshield wipers (we're still waiting on the replacement part), sunny but quite chilly. I think we left about 4 p.m., and by then the temp was in the mid 50sF and dropping. We drove south, all the way to Harbor of Refuge at Point Judith. The tide was out, and the moon had risen, one night before the first quarter. The late afternoon sky was so blue, but with a few clouds. The air was so clear we could clearly see south all the way to the northern shore of Block Island, a good ten miles out. We went down to the spot where we usually sit, below the Rabbits' Restroom, in the ruins of Fort Greene. But I was fidgety, and we ended up walking along the granite jetty, farther than we'd ever gone before. We finally stopped at the point where the jetty begins to curve sharply back to the west (about 41°21'35.63"N, 71°29'22.67"W), some 368 yards from the place the jetty begins. I wanted to go farther, but the wind was very cold (the sea was calm), and our ears were starting to ache. So we headed back. There were deep tide pools on the harbor side of the jetty, and where the beach begins, great mats of seaweeds tangled with bits of innumerable mollusk shells and crabs. I found my first Anomia simplex (jingle shell). After leaving the harbor, we drove over to the parking lot beside Point Judith Lighthouse (to 41°21'43.46"N, 71°28'50.51"W), and watched a lone fisherman casting in the shallows. The water was filled with the floaters of lobster pots. Tall sailboats passed the Point as the sun began to set, and their sails were orange in the fading day. We spotted a one-legged Ring-billed gull (Larus delawarensis). Neither of us had identified a Ring-billed gull before, and here this one had only the one leg, though it seemed to be getting along just fine. Quite a bit smaller than most of our local gulls.

We left the shore reluctantly, and drove up to see Spooky's parents in Saunderstown. It was almost dark by the time we arrived at their house. I traded her father an older stack of Science for a newer stack. We headed back towards Providence about 6:30, I guess, and stopped in at Newbury Comics in Warwick on the way. I got a used copy of the director's cut of Neil Marshall's superb The Descent (2005), and Spooky picked up volume two of Angel: After the Fall in hardback.

Back home, there were a few hours of WoW. Mithwen has reached Level 26, and Shaharrazad is at 16. We did have some interesting and experimental attempts at immersive rp the night before, Sunday, with maetrics, an rp acquaintance from my time in Second Life. I can say now that it can be done, rp in WoW, even if just barely, though only if one is willing to worry a lot less about leveling up and such. Also, I'd no idea that night elves were so much larger than humans. Oh, and I bought a guild charter (10 silver), and it will be named the Wrath of Elune, if I ever get eight more signatures.

Oh, while we were driving down to Point Judith, we listened to My Big Hero by 12 Rounds. Spooky had gotten the album from Byron months back, but I'd not heard it. Very nice. Sort of Portishead with a touch of Shirley Manson, perhaps. The vocalist is pleasantly reminiscent of Billie Holiday.

Late last night, we watched The Descent, which was just as terrible and awesome as I recalled. And that was yesterday.

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whiskeychick
Oct. 7th, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
2,144 words! yowsa! good show!

If you catch Maldwyn on, he'll sign the charter for you. Wait until your Mithwen meets a gnome...hehe.

take care...
greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)

If you catch Maldwyn on, he'll sign the charter for you. Wait until your Mithwen meets a gnome...hehe.


Thank you. Oh, and I've met gnomes. But I expected them to be tiny.

Edited at 2008-10-07 04:31 pm (UTC)
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greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)

I'll sign, of course. As Bloodlovely.

Danke. That gets me to...4 down, 6 to go.
readingthedark
Oct. 7th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
Ooh, Atticus Ross and Claudia Sarne...

There was a first album that got shelved that is even less industrial and more tripped and slipped.

They did the music for the US version of the TV show "Touching Evil" and it was so delightful.

Atticus went on to being Trent's go-to collaborator.

She hugged me once and I wore her glitter for days afterward. Live, she was bloodied and haunted to start and got crazier throughout.

She also sang for the band nearLy and it isn't as dancy and stompy, more moodscapes and downturns...
greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC)

I was sort of bummed, reading on their website that the band's new album is stuck in limbo, and realizing that My Big Hero is from 1998. I hate when I miss cool things.
readingthedark
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:17 pm (UTC)
They, along with Prick and others, got caught when nothing records imploded, but Atticus was all over "Ghosts I-IV" and Claudia's nearLy is a former touring member of NIN or two, so they've kept going in the biz. I don't think the Touching Evil TV show soundtrack got released, but that was only a few years ago and shows that they're still working together some, so, yes, I hate missing cool things too, but Atticus and Claudia (who I remember was a big Curtis Mayfield fan) are still cool, just even more obscure than they were back then...

kisses,
ghg
sovay
Oct. 7th, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
This is not a book with a happy ending. Maybe my grimmest ending ever, even more so than in Silk and Low Red Moon and Murder of Angels.

May you have hope still elsewhere.

I found my first Anomia simplex (jingle shell).

That's a rite of passage. The beach is letting you in.
greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC)

May you have hope still elsewhere.

I think if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to write such a bleak novel.

That's a rite of passage. The beach is letting you in.

Then I am grateful.
sovay
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
I think if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to write such a bleak novel.

I am glad to hear it!
greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)

I am glad to hear it!

I don't think I'd even made that connection until just now.
readingthedark
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
I can't possibly be the only one who is dying to embrace that bleakness again.

We can't always choose what we're best at embracing, even if the masses don't really have culture...

Being able to afford cat food is critical, but relentless pursuit of genuine and pure artistic quality has to have merit or else we're all sunk.

greygirlbeast
Oct. 7th, 2008 06:27 pm (UTC)
Being able to afford cat food is critical, but relentless pursuit of genuine and pure artistic quality has to have merit or else we're all sunk.

I think I will write this on a sheet of paper and put it on the fridge.

Edited at 2008-10-07 06:27 pm (UTC)
maetrics
Oct. 9th, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
Hello from Redstone Alabama. Yes I was surprised with the sudden with the RP. I was still under the impression it was still just a game. Either way is fine with me. I imagine though when I return you'll be hitting the 30's and then you might meet my cannibalistic druid.

Also when I return I'll have presents :D
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