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Mabon 2010

Yesterday imploded. Or exploded. Doesn't really matter, because when the colloid of airborne solid and liquid particulates and gases had cleared, well, there was little left of the day to salvage. Nothing was written. Which makes yesterday a Lost Day. With only eight days remaining until we leave for the HPLFF, there's no time for days like that.

I forgot to mention that, night before last, I heard a coyote very near the house. I heard it several times, an oddly eerie sound. I'm still trying to get used to the idea of urban coyotes.

Today is Mabon.

The brightest spot to yesterday, the most silver lining (there were few of either) was the arrival of my author's copies of Haunted Legends, edited by Ellen Datlow and Nick Mamatas. It contains my story "As Red As Red," which I wrote in March and April of 2009. The anthology was released simultaneously in three formats: trade paperback, hardback, and a Kindle edition (though how anyone can read anything on a Kindle is beyond me*). This is a story I'm very happy with— sort of a footnote to The Red Tree —and I hope you'll pick up the collection, which includes a bevy of fine authors.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. They end today and tonight. Still no bid on The Wrong Things (2001), my collaborative collection with docbrite. These have become very rare, and I have only a handful of copies.

The rumours are true. The 2010 H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival is the last HPLFF, at least for the foreseeable future, as the director, Andrew Migliore, is retiring. You can't blame him; he's been doing this for fifteen years. Aaron Vanek has started a satellite festival in LA, so there will be that. So, yeah. Alas. The end is, indeed, nigh.

Last night, I watched the moon and Jupiter again.

To try to scrape something good from yesterday, late in the afternoon we drove to Warwick and got the new Swans CD, My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky, at Newbury Comics. This is the Swans minus Jarboe, but still. And we went to the market. And coming back home the sun was starting to set, and the clouds were on fire, and I wished I'd brought the camera.

The day ended when I took a Seroquel, that tiny reddish drab of numb, and fell asleep watching Avatar. It's becoming one of my comfort films, because it's beautiful, and it's heart is always in the right place— even when it stumbles —and in the end the humans lose and have to go back to their dying world. A bedtime story for panenatheists (I think I just made that word up).


The whole money thing is wearing me ragged again. Of course, at this point, I imagine it's wearing almost everyone ragged. The lifeboat is overcrowded, and we have the teabaggers wanting to punch a hole in the hull. Day before yesterday, I found this animated map— "The Decline: The Geography of a Recession" —based on data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (and other local unemployment statistics). It chronicles unemployment in the US from January 2007 (4.6%) to June 2010 (9.7%). It's sort of horrifying.

Anyway, yeah. I've reached the point where I'm considering asking my agent if she can get me another novelization deal. Frankly, I'd rather eat dog shit than go through that special hell again, but the money was good. Of course, there's no guarantee the money would be good again, and it would derail my actual, for-real, trying-not-to-suck writing.

Now, I need to make an end to this entry, then go find THE END to "John Four."

* Nothing personal, Kindle. I hate all "eReaders" and "ebooks" equally on principle.


Sep. 22nd, 2010 07:32 pm (UTC)
I didn't realize the Coffee People people still had a shop! (NE 49th & Fremont, not terribly far from the Hollywood Theatre at least by Portland standards). I was a Mexican Hot Chocolate guy when Coffee Peoples were still at places other than just the airport. Glad to see they're still around. I should go myself.

The Sandy Blvd. Voodoo Doughnuts (NE 15th and Davis just off of Sandy) isn't all that far from the Hollywood, either (about 30 blocks -- and yes, you know Portland and you know that's not far), and it's easier to get into than the downtown location.
Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:17 pm (UTC)

One of the biggest things I miss about Portland is that it seemed like everything was in walking distance. I'd often 1/2 walk and 1/2 bus places, if I was doing a lot of here and there. But most of the time I ventured out on foot the whole way.

30 Portland blocks... that's about a 15 minute walk, tops? It's been over a decade, so I'm a bit rusty.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:24 am (UTC)
It'll be a little more than that. I timed my walks once and got 40-50 seconds per block at a fair stride here in East Portland.

P.S. The Escentials store is on SE Hawthorne between 36th and 37th. That's a bus ride down from the Hollywood Theatre (via the #75 along 39th Ave).

I do the walk-and-bus thing here, too. I'm glad I developed that habit.