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Howard Hughes and the Tilda Swinton Appreciation Society

Right...playing catch-up.

Spooky and I have pretty much recovered from whatever crud assaulted us last week. I'm still amazed that I managed to write through it, but also glad I did, as now I'm only somewhat behind, instead of very behind. Saturday (the 25th) was spent reading over and tweaking "At the Gate of Deeper Slumber." I've been more obsessive than usual about this one, possibly because I was sick when it was written. When Spooky and I were done with it, I sent it to Sonya (sovay), and she liked it, which helped. Mostly, I suspect it wants to be a longer story, but there just wasn't time to make a longer story of it. After the writing, we drove over to College Hill and walked along Benefit Street, as far north as the Athenaeum (photos behind the cut). Then we tried the bbq at United BBQ on Ives Street. Not bad, really. Hardly up to the high standards of Southern bbq, and the sauce was a little sweet for my taste, and the cabbage for the coleslaw needed to be diced, not sliced. But pretty good.

Was there anything else about Saturday worth recording? Late, I watched The Maltese Falcon (1941), which never fails to delight me, what with Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet and all.













All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.



Sunday was a day off. But it was a little bit of a mess. The weather Saturday and Sunday was very warm (actually made the low 90s F on Sunday), and we felt duty-bound to get out of the house. But I was stressed out about two or three hundred things, and probably should have stayed in. We drove south to Conanicut Island and West Cove at Fort Weatherill. I'd thought the trees in South County and out on the islands would be much greener than they were, and the wintry-looking trees coupled with the summerish weather set my nerves even more on edge. We spent an hour or so looking for beach glass and the bones of birds (I'm going to make a set of runes with gull and cormorant bones), but even the sea didn't put me at ease. The tide was lower than I'd ever seen it at West Cove. Spooky found a nice tibiotarsus. There are photos behind the cut. Back home, after dinner we watched the incredibly peculiar Saturn 3 (1980), which I'd somehow never seen before. An utter mess of a film, and I only watched it because Martin Amis wrote the screenplay.





West Cove, view to the southwest.



West Cove, view to the southeast.



A fine exposure of Late Proterozoic porphyritic granite, with bladderwrack at the waterline. West side of the cove.

All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.



Yesterday, I spent the whole day trying to write, trying to find the second piece for Sirenia Digest #41, but to no avail. So, I'll be going back to that today, and tonight I'll need to get started on the first-pass page proofs for The Red Tree, as they have to be back in Manhattan by the 7th. I did get a very, very encouraging email from my publicist yesterday, regarding the book's promotion.

And, mostly that brings me to now, I think. Oh, except we watched Francis Lawrence's Constantine (2005) again last night. First time since we saw it in the theaters. I still think it's better than it might have been, but not nearly as good as it could have been. Well, except for Tilda Swinton, who's too marvelous for words, no matter what she does.

Okay. First email. Then I bend to the will of the platypus and dodo.
Tags: days off, movies, rhode island, sirenia, spring, the red tree, the sea
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