somewhat sweatyToday, I have to clear out my head and get the second vignette for Sirenia Digest #44 written. Well, started. Only, I don't yet know what it is to be, because yesterday, when I should have been figuring that out, I was too busy worrying about sales figures on The Red Tree. If you've not pre-ordered, it would be a great help if you would. Thanks. And there's the website, which yields interesting tidbits, to those who look closely enough. I will say, I'm very, very happy with how the website is turning out. It's pretty low tech, not sparkling with snazzy java and whatnot, but I like it. The quiet minimalism of it. The starkness matches the novel well.
A date has finally been set for the filming of the "book trailer" for The Red Tree. Well, for the bulk of it. August 2, which will give us only 12 days to get the footage edited and online. Summer rushes past.
The Very Special Auction continues apace. Check it out.
Anything much about yesterday? I tried to think about the vignette I'm beginning today, but couldn't (see above). But I stayed at the desk all day, regardless. I read Angela Carter's "Flesh and the Mirror," and "The Lottery" and "Afternoon in Linen," because favorite short stories are like old friends. I tried to look at Asian porn sites, as they are often the source of inspiration for the tales in Sirenia Digest. But I ended up looking at dinosaur artwork. Yeah, I'm a dork. Sometime before five p.m., there was a very short nap. Only fifteen minutes, because Spooky woke me so I could sleep last night.
We watched Hancock (2008) for the second time last night. It really is an excellent film, and holds up very well on a second viewing. As I said last night on Facebook, the marketing people really screwed the pooch on this one. People went in expecting a fluff comedy about a superhero fuck-up, and instead they get this great (and very funny) Joseph Campbell meets Carl Jung exposition on the role of gods and heroes in human culture. Me, I like surprises, but I've learned that lots of people are ad whores. They want what's advertised, and they set their sights on that, form concrete expectations, and woe betide anyone or anything that thwarts those expectations. Expectation is an enemy of art. And science, too, for that matter. This is one reason I worry about the covers of my books.
I think I got to sleep about 3:30 a.m.
All for now. Gotta go find the story, then find the words.
