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"I was friendly with this girl, who insisted on touching my face."

My mood could be better this morning. Everything is like sandpaper on my nerves. Not the frame of mind I need to be in, nor the one I thought I'd be in after yesterday, which turned out rather well.

Well, it began a bit annoyingly, with a bunch of corrections to "Houses Under the Sea," corrections I had to type up and email to Dark Horse for Lovecraft Unbound. Everything had to be done in some format I was unfamiliar with, and there was a font problem with the Greek. And there was a bunch of other email. But we escaped the House sometime around 3 p.m., and the day was beautiful. Not too warm, and not too cool. Sunny, but just enough clouds the sky didn't have that oppressive, carnivorous cast that I cannot abide.

We drove down to Warwick, to what I think must be the only Barnes and Noble in Rhode Island, and I did a stock signing. When I left, there were still three signed copies of The Red Tree shelved under "New Science Fiction." No, The Red Tree isn't sf, but that's where it was shelved. So, if you're in Warwick, RI, and want a signed copy, they might still have one or two. I'll likely also be doing stock signings at other stores in RI and Mass. this month. Anyway, we also scored some good hardbacks from the cheap tables: Clive Barker's Mister B. Gone, William Gibson's Spook Country, and a beautiful, large-format edition of Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" with the Doré illustrations.

From Warwick, we drove south, and over the West Passage of Narragansett Bay to Conanicut Island. We walked about Jamestown for a bit, but there were far too many tourists, so we headed south to the very lower tip of the island, Beavertail Point and the lighthouse. We spread a blanket out on a grassy ledge above the sea (at 41°26'57.09"N, 71°23'58.56"W) only twenty or thirty yards from the aforementioned lighthouse. The sea was calmer than our last visit there, and the wind wasn't cold. Spooky worked on the hickory wand she's been shaping, and I dozed for a while. It's wonderful to sleep beside the sea, beneath the sun. Later, I grew fidgety, and we climbed down into a rocky cove. I found a truly exceptional piece of beach glass. But mostly, I just watched the sea and listened to the rising tide. There were a few fisherman on the rocks, but mostly we were alone. We stayed until the sun was almost completely down. After the stress and frantic pace of the past week, it was soothing, being there. There is no winning arguments with the sea, and so there are no arguments. Not from me, at least.

For dinner, Spooky wanted Iggy's, so we drove back across the Jamestown Bridge and then all the way down to Iggy's in Narragansett. We both had clam chowder. Spooky also had clam cakes, and I had a bite of one of them. Slowly, I am beginning to like clam cakes, though at first they seemed to me a bit like clam doughnuts. And then we drove back home to Providence. I think we got home around a little after ten p.m.

We watched the pilot and first episode of Space: Above and Beyond. I was rather fond of the series when it first aired back in '95-'96, and curious how it had aged. And Spooky had never seen it. It holds up better than I'd expected. I'd described it to Spooky as a cross between Starship Troopers and the rebooted Battlestar Galactica, and that still seems about right. A shame it didn't survive for the five seasons the creators had planned, but only the one.

Today, it's back to work. There are four vignettes to write, and I neeed to finish proofing The Ammonite Violin & Others for subpress. But first, there are a few photos from yesterday:





Jamestown, looking towards the Newport Bridge (view to the northeast).



View from the place where I dozed in the grass at Beavertail (view to the south)



Queen Ann's Lace (Daucus carota)



The lighthouse was enduring some sort of repairs.



Mounds of tiny Blue mussels (Mytilus edulis).



Exposed seaweed clinging to the Cambrian-aged rocks.



The rising tide (view to the southeast).



A passing sailboat (view to the southeast).



The sun setting over Narragansett Bay.



Moments later.

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

Tags: books, rhode island, sirenia, subpress, summer, television, the ammonite violin, the red tree, the sea
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