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Rain today, and the temperature is, presently, only 71F. My office (which still has residual heat from yesterday) is almost bearable. Sure, I'm sweating, but the sweat's not so prodigious that it's dripping onto my keyboard.

No work yesterday, except I had a first glance through the PDF for Two Worlds and In Between, and everything, at first glance, looks shiny, Captain. Mostly, Spooky and I hid in the dark bedroom, the coolest place we could find (temp in the coolest part of the apt. yesterday peaked at 84˚F), and watched episodes of Law and Order: Criminal Intent until it was time to go to the market, and then pick sovay up from the train station.

So, yeah, at least I left the house. Small victories. We got takeout from the Palestinian place. And then just talked. We sat up until about four, talking.

For rain it hath a friendly sound...

Sonya made me write down stray lines, because, of course, I'd not recall them this morning. This seemed to be a favorite:

"He called himself a landscaper, but he just moved manure around."

Oh, and "South of articulate, and moving towards something."

Much of the conversation centered on the nature of my erotica, and the meaning of words like obscene and pornographic. I like wicked best. Sonya finally pronounced that it's an eroticism of metamorphosis. Which seemed unnecessarily forgiving (she just said, "That's your residual Christianity talking"). Oh, we also talked about the genius of Terrence Malick, and about books that do not deserve exorbitant advances, and about body modification.

My thanks to everyone who had kind words for Chapter One of Blood Oranges yesterday – and "Down to Gehenna," also. If all goes well, and my resolve holds, I'll be back to work on the book tomorrow, and will try to finish Chapter Five in five days.

Anyway, I should go now. I think we're going to read back over Chapter Four, and pick up last night's conversation where dawn so rudely interrupted us.

Godspeed, Atlantis.

Wickedly,
Aunt Beast

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strange_selkie
Jul. 8th, 2011 06:08 pm (UTC)
When we were recently graced with a sovay, work and other such trivialities fled the mind and we talked until 3:30. She is remarkably good for that. Hope you are having a marvelous time. Also, poke her until she sings.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 8th, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC)

She is remarkably good for that.

Indeed.
chris_walsh
Jul. 8th, 2011 06:52 pm (UTC)
Also, poke her until she sings.

She has a Singing Activation Button? Whoa. Body mods are COOL.
strange_selkie
Jul. 8th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC)
Left fourth rib. Just hope you're not particularly attached to your poking fingers.
jdack
Jul. 8th, 2011 08:10 pm (UTC)
"Residual Christianity."

Gonna have to remember that. It applies to me more often than I'd like. Damn parents.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 8th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)

It applies to me more often than I'd like.

In my case, yes.

Edited at 2011-07-08 09:00 pm (UTC)
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