2) Yesterday, we made it through the third and fourth chapters of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Well, actually, Spooky read it all aloud to me, while I made notes. So, she read pages 88-193 aloud to me yesterday. We're making a lot of continuity fixes, mostly because Imp started out thirty years old, then turned twenty-four. Though, she's telling a story about something that happened to her when she was twenty-two (instead of twenty-eight). So...it gets confusing. And we're fixing misspellings, grammatical errors, adding and taking away a word here and there. About as close as I ever come to rewriting. Tomorrow, we'll make it through the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters. Eight is still unfinished, and I'll pick up there on Saturday. Near as I can tell, the book will have ten chapters. Oh, and there was a metric shit-ton of email yesterday.
3) This month, Sirenia Digest #63 will continue the sneak preview of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, with the second chapter. But after that, you're going to have to wait until the book is released a year from now. Also, the issue will include my favorite responses to the latest Question @ Hand (and there have been some wonderful ones so far; the question will remain open for about another week) and "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Ghoul," which seems to fit nicely with the aforementioned question. Vince will be doing the cover, another illustration for the novel. I promise that #64 will return to our usual format. The demands of writing the new novel and editing Two Worlds and In Between have made things really fucking crazy around here.
4) Speaking of Two Worlds and In Between, tomorrow you get in-progress images of the wonderful Lee Moyer's cover painting. A good bit of yesterday's email was me and kylecassidy working out the photoshoot he's going to do with me at the beginning of April (for the collection's dust jacket). I think we'll either be shooting at the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology or the Boston Arboretum. At some point yesterday, our conversation deteriorated into a discourse on the perils of being a werewolf trying to get through airport security...
5) Last night, in WoW, I continued my race towards Loremaster. I made it through all 55 Felwood quests, then did half the ones for Winterspring (about 20). Spooky played the beautiful, beautiful, oh I am so fucking jealous Rift beta. She's been reading me bits of Rift chat. I wrote this one down: "WoW is a pretty good game, if you turn off chat and never talk to the player base."
6) And look! Ebay auctions!
7) I took a somewhat random series of photographs yesterday while Spooky was reading:
She only looks like she's asleep.
The bowl on the cofeetable where I keep all the bones I find at the beach (mostly bird, but also fish and seal).
While she read, I polished my toenails. Yes, I have freakishly short (and high-arched) feet.
Hubero is not helping.
I made notes and notes and notes. Some of them even had to do with the novel.
My dusty chessboard. You'll note that there have been odd political maneuverings, and that a bishop has managed to insert himself between the king and queen. I smell the coming of a theocracy.
This could count as another sneak preview, if you read closely and don't mind the lack of context.
The postman brought the new issue of National Geographic, which includes an article on the beginning of the Anthropocene Era and the Sixth Mass Extinction, as well as one on living and fossil coelacanths.
Oh. I also polished my fingernails. Don't say I've never posted a crotch shot.
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan