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ports in storm

Thanks to Spooky's untiring search, we seem to have finally located a house. It's a huge thing, built in the twenties or thirties, occassionally added onto for a sprawling, labyrinthine effect. Perfect for our purposes. I wouldn't be surprised to discover a five-and-half-minute hallway in there somewhere. And it is well back from the road, with a large, wooded lot. Again, perfect. The imperfections are minor. And Jenny's already had a ghostly encounter there. We should know early next week whether it's a go or not, and then I'll only have to begin dreading the move and all the attendant disruption. As soon as we get back from Fiddler's Green in Minneapolis (brrrrrr), we'll be doing the move, and it'll be time to give the frelling cryosphere the big kiss-off!

Yesterday, I wrote 1,425 words in just over two hours, which, for me, is nothing short of frelling amazing. I did most of it to a scratchy old recording of Doris Day singing "You Are My Sunshine," which was actually creepy as hell and well-suited to the scene. The last part, I wrote to David Bowie. The prologue may be finished. I have to look back over it again today. There might be a Part VIII, the purpose of which would be to strengthen the connection between the prologue's three interconnected narratives. But it's already 12,914 words long, and (with reference to what I said yesterday about excessively thick fantasy novels) I'm going to have to be truly convinced that such an extra bit of connecting is needed before I add even another two or three hundred words. I feel so much better having a big chunk of this book done. It's happening now, and I know that means I will find The End again. Murder of Angels has weighed so heavily on me the last year, year and a half, I feel like I'm finally disconnecting with that novel. Like it's finally finished with me.

Oh, I was going to mention a somewhat odd dream yesterday which, were I more concerned with alchemical, hermeneutical affairs, I'd find extremely significant. I was visiting my mother in a town by the sea where she's never lived, in a house that has perhaps never existed (at least not in this worldline). We were standing outside talking, standing next to the black Monte Carlo she used to drive in the '80s (which I used to call the "pimp mobile"). Anyway, I looked at the car, at the driver's side, and a very large black and white salamander, easily as long as my hand, was crawling into the car, squeezing itself between the windowpane and the car. I opened the door at once, to dicover that there were now two salamanders clinging to the inside of the rear windshield — a black one and a white one. The black salamander was vigourously fucking the white salamander. They didn't seem to mind me watching.

And now some news concerning The Dry Salvages, from Derek c. f. Pegritz and Nyarlathotep: The Crawling Chaos (the folks who brought you the Our Thoughts Make Spirals in Their World CD that accompanied the chapbook, Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold:

Me n' the boyz here at HPL Laboratories have struck a deal with Subterranean Press to release a short EP of incidental musick we did to Cait's forthcoming The Dry Salvages! We've been working on these tracks for a couple of weeks now, and are really quite thrilled at the way they've turned out, and they're not even entirely done yet. For those of you who enjoyed Our thoughts make spirals in their world, this EP will be a further helping of the same good ol' Crawling Chaos weirdness...further enriched with hundreds of huge, deep-space sounds and all-new synth weirdness. Expect ominous soundscapes, skittery short-circuiting beats, amorphous antediluvian bass and sharp, insectile high-end, all beautifully packaged in a nifty new CD format complete with access to a website full of track listings, extra information, facts about the star Gliese 876, and so forth. This isn't just going to be an EP of's going to be a full-fledged multimedia experience.

Right now, the plans are thus: The CD will accompany the LIMITED EDITION of
The Dry Salvages, which will also come with an extra chapbook by Cait (The Worm in My Mind's Eye) — all three items for only $40. However, those who order the trade edition of The Dry Salvages for $25 will be getting the novella alone. But, as usual, there will be plenty of copies remaining even after that, so you'll be able to score them from us here at HPL Labs as well as, most likely, from Caitlin Herself. There are still details about distribution, printing, and whatnot in the works, and I'll let everyone know what's up with that as soon as I know...but in the meantime, here are some sample mp3s to check out to whet your appetite for enormous labors and self-contemplating shadowy ambient:


Now, remember: These mp3s are still pretty raw....We're currently in the process of cleaning up the tracks, adding a little more noise here and there, and otherwise mastering these for the EP—but nonetheless, these mp3s will give you a good idea of what's coming. Feel free to share any questions, comments, suggestions, death-threats, etc. with me and everyone here from Nyarlathotep. Just send me/us an email at if interested! And don't keep comments--positive
or negative--to yourself! After all...we're writing this music for you folks as well as for ourselves, and as such, ANY AND ALL input is welcome!

Hope you enjoy the spooky, deep-space, event-horizoning, wormhole weirdness of our new stuff!

I'll be helping out with the webiste content, adding virtual "liner" notes, etc. I'm very pleased we were able to pull this together at the last minute.

It's a rainy, foggy day out there, perfect as we head towards Halloween. Once I'm done with work today, it's nothing but Halloween for me until Monday morning!

You wrote the rules to try and contain me
You broke 'em
Now you have untamed me
And I'm wild...

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