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TDG CEM Day 8

In my forty-seven years, I have been around for the breakup of innumerable rock groups. Hell, I can clearly remember when the Beatles called it splitsville – a complicated, litigatious affair, that began in 1970, but was dragged out in courts until 1975 (so, from the time I was six until the time I was eleven). But I don't think I've ever been so affected by the breakup of a band as I'm being affected by the breakup of R.E.M. I came to the band fairly late, in 1986. I was in school in Boulder, CO at the time, and my first R.E.M. album (the first I encountered) was Fables of the Reconstruction, after which I immediately sought out Life's Rich Pageant. Eventually, by the sheerest happenstance, I came to live in Athens, GA in 1994, and running into and speaking with members of the band was a fairly frequent event, if only because we hung out in a lot of the same places. "Buck Berry Mills Stipe" managed to speak of the South in a way that few others ever have, with an authenticity, power, and beauty to rival prose authors such as Faulkner, Williams, and O'Connor. I cannot stress too strongly the influence their words and music has had on my own writing. They said it true. And I think they've now done the right thing. After all, thirty-one years is a long time, and their's is an amicable parting of the ways, and for the right reasons. But I cannot help but feel a pang of loss. And, I should note, if you're in the mood to do some R.E.M. bashing, do it elsewhere, please.

Yesterday was spent adding about eleven thousand additional words to the "Back Pages" section of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. And then proofreading them. As Peter Straub said upon reading the manuscript, "I don't think I've ever seen a novel where it was so obvious the author didn't want to stop writing." He was, of course, right on the mark. This book is probably a quarter the length it ought to be, just as The Red Tree was about half as long as it should have been. And yes, publishers do give me word limits, both minimum and maximum. Plus, I have to factor in how long I can afford to spend working on any given book, as paychecks matter, as I was not blessed with, say, a trust fund.

Today, I add a little more. Then I try to take my hands off the thing, and I try to leave them off it, and look ahead.

Speaking of which, looking at my schedule again yesterday, I realized that there's no chance of me taking a "vacation" any time soon. Somehow, I thought there were three free days that don't exist. Probably, this is because I've spent so much time on the CEM for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. So, no Maine. So, no unplugging.

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Yesterday, docbrite asked to see a transcript of me poking that Facebook idiot with my pointy stick. I didn't think Facebook logged such things, but I was wrong. You may find it behind the cut. I'm omitting the name of the idiot. Not because I'm nice. Because I'd rather not have some jack-off whining at me. Also, note how this guy began trying to get me to speak to him way back on July 14th (the spelling, capitalization, punctuation, etc. is exactly as I received it):



July 14th, X: hi can i be ur frend? Hi catlin Hiii

July 30, X: Hi

July 31, X: Heya

August 11, X: Hey caitlin...met ur friend linda..*

August 24, X: Nice pic

August 29, X: Happy bday caitlin**

September 8, X: Hey dere , hope u free today??

September 21, X: Ny is funn...m lovin it..U been ???

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan: There's this language called English. Clearly, you've never been introduced to it.

X: Well I think that was very rude of you.

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan: Oh, it was. Undoubtedly. But at least I didn't sound like an idiot in the bargain.

X: And there is something called manners , that the person am talking to is empty with..

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan: Empty with? Really? Did you look that up? Okay, yes. I am tactless. I have no manners, but at least I don't bother strangers.

X: Well not at all interested in ur waste talkin..

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan: "ur waste talkin"?

X: "Your waste talks"!!

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan: Sorry. You were a momentarily amusing diversion. Like a dying bug. But now I have a life calling me. Also, my waste has yet to speak.

X: Adios



Meanwhile...well, frankly I don't know. How is one expected to follow an act like that?

Radio Free,
Aunt Beast

* I have no friends named Linda. I don't think I've ever had a friend named Linda.

** It is, of course, common knowledge that the day of my birth is May 26th.
Tags: athens, cems, editing, facebook, idiots, music, r.e.m., the drowning girl, the red tree, vacations
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