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"Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on.

A freakish bit of weather yesterday. The temperature climbed to 91F or 92F (depending on the source) by early afternoon, and the heat lingered into the evening. I sweated while I worked, and we had trouble getting to sleep for the heat. Today, the high will only be in the low 70sF, and tomorrow the high 50sF. Such is weather in New England.

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

Tags: beginnings, new england, spring, the red tree, voices, weather, writing
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