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I have to post this again. It's just too wonderful (thank you, Greg):
Whether or not there will be more to the Alabaster comic than this one mini-series, at least I know that we've done a goddamn good job, all of us involved. Anyway, that whole "whether or not there's more" thing is up to the readers at this point. You've got the power. Sounds like a slogan for Skittles, doesn't it? Ah, and here's a new Dancy interview (about, not with).
Yesterday, I actually (despite feeling sicker than a sick dog) managed to begin a new piece for Sirenia Digest #76 (it's coming, truly), titled "Cages 1." I wrote 1,048 words. This is a first go at very dark SF piece I envisioned months ago, then began figuring out with the invaluable help of corucia, as it involves considerable knowledge of genetics, and it's been a long, long time since I taught such things (Oh, and I once had a work-study job as an assistant to a geneticist who was obsessed with guppies. I fed mounds of krill to thousands of guppies every day for eight months). Anyway, yes, this piece will be sort of a fever-dream sketch for what I hope to one day write using the concept, the world I'm creating to house the concept. And yesterday I was lucky even to be able to manage a fever dream. Stream of consciousness was high ambition. But I lashed myself to the wheel and steered that mother into the wind.
And answered a lot of email, mostly regarding the comic and additional interviews (including one with SuicideGirls). Felicia Day, Jane Espensen, and Mike Mignola all tweeted about Dancy, which was very fucking bow tie, indeed. I entertaining the notion of a tiny one-week long Kickstarter to raise money for Dancy Flammarion stickers, to disperse to the Dancy Street Team. And I mean really nice stickers. Oh, and corrections were made to "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea" which, today, goes off to the anthology's (TBA) editor.
Another by the by: "Goggles (c. 1910)" will be appearing in Ann VanderMeer's Steampunk III: Steampunk Revolutions. But you might already know this, as I dragged my feet on the announcement. Blame Monsieur Insomnia.
Last night, Spooky and I watched The Muppets (2011), which was huge goofy fun, and made me feel much better. Especially Jack Black. Jack Black and Kermit. Together. Bow tie to the max. We followed it with "Once More, With Feeling" (Buffy 6) – like a practice Kindernacht – and then I went to bed and soliloquized about the early gymnosperm Family Welwitschiaceae and the climate of Pangaea until Spooky rolled her eyes, and I slunk away beneath the covers and read from Ligotti's "The Last Feast of Harlequin."