2. Yesterday, I wrote 1,061 words on "Apsinthion" (which I'm still considering titling "αψίνθιον," if only because I know it would tick off jackholes like B.R. Myers). This is going to be a very solid issue of Sirenia Digest, including "The Eighth Veil" (illustrated by Vince), a fragment entitled "Persephone Redux," and this latest piece, "Apsinthion" (i.e., "αψίνθιον").
3. The signature sheets for The Ammonite Violin & Others arrived. UPS left them on the doorstep...in the pouring rain. Fortunately, the pages were double boxed and shrink wrapped, so nothing got wet except that outer box. But, you know...they might have fucking knocked. Or rang the buzzer.
4. I say if the Canadian women's hockey team wants to celebrate winning the gold by lingering on the ice to smoke cigars and drink booze, it's their own goddamn business, and they've earned the right, and people need to reserve their outrage for that which is genuinely outrageous...like lazy UPS delivery men who clearly cannot be bothered.
5. A few interesting comments, and my comments to those comments, regarding Laura Miller's idiotic advice to writers (courtesy Salon.com) regarding style.
6. Today will be spent dealing with line edits for "Apsinthion" (i.e., "αψίνθιον") and "The Eighth Veil." Which is always tedious— dealing with line edits, I mean —but will be much worse because I haven't slept nearly enough. I see Red Bull and Camel Wides in my immediate future. Maybe more coffee, too. Oh, and Spooky has to be at the dentist in a couple of hours to have her mouth drilled upon, so I'll be all alone with the cats and the tedium.
7. I did one shortish scene in Insilico last night, in which Fifth and Victoria (Xiang 1.5) discussed her future, vendettas, and the place of droids in a droid-hating world. And I played some WoW with Spooky and Hyasynth (a friend from Chicago). We slaughtered humans in Hillsbrad and giggled and made off-color jokes about troll sex.
8. And here's the next set of photos, these from our second day at Beavertail, which was Monday:
Above the rocks. View of Narragansett bay from 41°27'14.30"N, 71°23'35.92"W. (view to the southeast).
A letter "A" carved into the phyllite.
The sedimento-metamorphic beds of the Cambro-Ordovician aged Dutch Island Harbor Formation.
Spooky, bird-watcher extraordinaire! (View to the southeast.)
The author ponders stratigraphy and fault lines. (View to the west.)
Creepy graffiti carved into the rocks. I blame aliens. And George Bush.
Lingering snow, bright beneath the sun. (View to the south).
All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.