Again, very little to say about yesterday. Too much of it was spent in bed. My mind is racing, ready to get started on this next novel, but the flesh is not so willing. I may not be in love with the act of writing, but this is even worse, being ready to get started and not being able to start. I dislike lingering on the threshold.
I've been told that the interview I gave WoW.com will likely go up on Tuesday. Truthfully, I think it's one of the most interesting interviews I've done lately, if only because I spend so little of it talking about writing.
I got a little reading done yesterday, Michael Cisco's exquisite "Machines of Concrete Light and Dark," from Ellen Datlow's Lovecraft Unbound. I've almost finished the anthology. I very much liked Brian Evanson's "The Din of Celestial Birds," and also Laird Barron's "Catch Hell." This really is a fine anthology, and I strongly urge you to pick up a copy.
I'm drinking blueberry juice, which isn't as good as you would expect. I think it falls under the category of "too much of a good thing."
The eBay auctions continue. Please have a look.
And here's the last set of photos from Sunday's day out. They pick up at Spooky's parents' place, and conclude with a marvelous sunset:
All Photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathyn A. Pollnac.