It's looking like it may be another day or three before I'll be able to make the promised announcement concerning The Red Tree. Perhaps tomorrow morning. Savor the anticipation. And no, it's not news of a film adaptation.
Yesterday, I typed up all the corrections to the galley pages of the mass-market paperback of The Red Tree, and revised the acknowledgments in the "Author's Note." And sent it all off to Penguin. And I let the subpress design person know which author's photo to use for the dust jacket of The Ammonite Violin & Others. There wasn't much more than that, so far as work is concerned.
We left the House sometime around 2:30 p.m., heading for Moonstone Beach. We'd not been since the autumn. We drove through Wakefield, to window shop at Pow! Science! There was a FEMA trailer set up in the parking lot of the Wakefield Mall. There are reminders of the flood everywhere as you head into South County. Flooded pastures and houses. Matunuck Schoolhouse Road is still closed. I think we made it to Moonstone about four. The sun was amazingly bright, and the air as clear as I've ever seen it. The blue-grey silhouette of Block Island stood out on the southern horizon, ten miles across the sound. The sand was littered with the tiny corpses of dead lady bugs. We tried to look for beach glass, but there was a bitterly cold wind blowing off the sea, and I'd not had the good sense to dress for the cold (it was a comfortable 65F back in Providence).
We didn't stay long on the beach, though we lingered a bit behind the dunes. I sat on the bridge over the culvert connecting Trustom and Card ponds, and listened to doves and gulls, blackbirds and ducks and crows. On the road, Spooky found what appears to be part of a fossilized bone, from some sort of mammal. I scooped up all the fragments and brought them home. I suspect they came from Pleistocene-aged glacial till that was used to pave the road. Anyway, after Moonstone, we headed father west, to Charlestown Beach. The wind wasn't quite as bad there, but it was still too cold to stay very long. Giving up on the beaches, we drove back east to Narragansett and had dinner at our favorite clam shack/chowder house, Iggy's. I think we made it home about seven or seven-thirty p.m.
Last night, we watched Pearry Reginald Teo's The Gene Generation (2007; based on Dennis Greenhill's graphic novel, The DNA Hacker Chronicles). It wasn't a good film, but it was almost not a bad film. There was promise, but the absence of a decent script and better production values held it back. Among the pluses, Ronan Harris (VNV Nation) and a number of other futurepop folks were responsible for the music. Also, there was Bai Ling, and tentacles, and lots of Gigeresque set design...so at least there was eye candy, even if the "story" was a mess. It felt a bit like someone had spliced together all the cut scenes from a videogame. And yet, it did keep our interest for 96 minutes.
There are a dozen photos from yesterday...
A very green field on Moonstone Beach Road. View to the southwest.
Moonstone Beach. View to the west.
Looking towards Block Island (just visible on the horizon). View to the south.
The fateful wreck of the HMS Coccinellidae.
Spooky, who was smart enough to bring a hat.
A strand of ribbon weed (Punctaria plantaginea) on the sand.
Looking northwest across Trustom Pond.
The stream leading from Trustom Pond to Card Pond (low tide). View to the east.
The author, trying to keep her ears warm.
Water...flowing into the culvert. Gravity in action!
I was fascinated by this sign that says nothing at all. Very postmodern.
All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.