greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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"I run off where the drifts get deeper."

Yesterday, I wrote 1,020 words and finished "The Bone's Prayer," which came in at a total of 6,388 words. The story is much less a "mythos" tale than I'd thought it would be, and I'm glad of that. I'm always more comfortable with my Lovecraftian-influenced fiction when it's not out-and-out Yog-Sothothery. So, I will spend today laying out Sirenia Digest #39, which should go out to subscribers this evening.

Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.

In like a lion...

And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:

Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.

Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).

I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.

Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":

Tags: lovecraft, music, newspeak, sirenia, snow, winter

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