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No, there's been no writing. And what the fuck point is there in making an entry about how there's been no writing since I finished "The Eighth Veil," way back on the ninth? Not a whole lot. At least I have moved beyond lying in bed, and have actually spent the last two days at the keyboard not writing. Somehow, that entails slightly less guilt than not writing from bed. Less guilt, more frustration. My masochistic "soul" probably figures the pain incurred staring at the blank MS Word "page" earns me less guilt. It's not writing, but at least it's another sort of suffering, so I'm cut some slack.

I will try again today. Today, I will try harder than I tried yesterday.

The snow hasn't all melted away, but it's going fast.

I admit I have paused in my not writing to gaze in horror at the internet kerfuffle surrounding Evelyn Evelyn. I know people are stupid, but sometimes I forget just how stupid people can be, especially on the goddamn internet. I've really had enough of the good soldiers of the web, fighting their ignorant, petty wars for truth, light, and squeamish political correctness. Spooky came into the office, night before last, to try and tell me about the people flaming Amanda over the Evelyn Evelyn backstory. And it's not often I'm rendered speechless, but speechless was I rendered. Finally, I was able to sputter something like, "These fuckwits know Ziggy Stardust was really David Bowie, right?" Yeah, it's that stupid. There are people who live to be offended, to disapprove. And no, I'm not linking to the stupid. If you want to see, use Google.

Life's to goddamn short for this nonsense. To quote Jeffrey Goines, "Fuck the bozos!"

Well, at least I do have these photographs, the railroad bridge photos I promised day before yesterday. I will refer you to Daughter of Hounds. If you have the trade paperback, you may turn to page 238. If you have the paperback, it's page 205. If you have the trade paperback and the paperback, I love you.

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Feb. 19th, 2010 05:00 am (UTC)
The old railroad drawbridge over the Seekonk River; view to the northeast.

Thank you for the photographs. I almost want the illustrated version of Daughter of Hounds now.

Sisters, now lead us to the cistern
For we must wash away these marks

—Consonant, "Blue Story"
Feb. 19th, 2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
I keep running into people saying (of the Evelyn Evelyn kerfluffle) that fiction must be consensual.

Bite me. Lady Gaga, Orson Welles, even the original internet-bound version of the House of Leaves all say, "fuck your consensual participation."

Feb. 19th, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)

I keep running into people saying (of the Evelyn Evelyn kerfluffle) that fiction must be consensual.\

Of sweet heavenly fuck all...
Feb. 19th, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)
I agree about all the outrage over Evelyn Evelyn. I can see some of the reason why people are upset, but for it to be such an "ZOMG, YOU FAIL, AMANDA PALMER!!!" thing.. Like you said, life is too short to be outraged over something like that.

That said.. It does annoy me that Palmer won't just come out and go "yeah, me and my friend created these characters". It's not like we don't know this already. I suspect that if she took ownership of what's making people upset, it might calm them down some.

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