I received a truly wonderful bit of news last night regarding The Red Tree, but which I am not at liberty to share for another week or so.
Yesterday I wrote 1,009 words on Chapter 1 of The Wolf Who Cried Girl, and may have finally found my way in.
I'm loving Jónsi's Go. This is, so far, my favorite album of the year.
I have an Ursula K. Le Guin quote I posted to Facebook yesterday, and I'd like to include it here. As I've mentioned, I've been rereading her Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction (1979). This bit is from "From Elfland to Poughkeepsie":
Many readers , many critics, and most editors speak of style as if it were an ingredient of a book, like sugar in a cake, or something added onto a book, like the frosting on a cake. The style, of course, is the book. If you remove the cake, all you have left is the recipe. If you remove the style, all you have left is a synopsis of the plot.
I have been saying this for many years, of course, though never so eloquently.
Last night, I tried a bit of rp in Insilico, but I was really to hot and frazzled from writing to be of any use to anyone. So, Spooky and I watched Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes again, and I still adore it. Every frame is a delight.
Now, time to make the doughnuts. But here are the last photos from Sunday, of a building across the street (south) of the Prym Mill. All interior shots were taken through windows (the last two are my favorites):
All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac