Yesterday, I wrote 2,127 words, and finished "Cages I," which will appear in Sirenia Digest #76, which should be out late on the tenth. Actually, "Cages I" is a sort of a collaboration, though not of the conventional literary sort. Don't worry, answers are coming. I do like the piece. It reads a bit like a mid-21st Century genetics textbook for the polymorphously perverse, which can only be a good thing.
Last night, black-eyed peas and cornbread. And then we went home to Telara, received our "Eighteen Month Veterens'" rewards, and then leveled our High Elves to 47. We mean to reach 50 tonight. Booya (or whatever the fuck elves say instead of "booya"). Spooky read "Flotsam and Jetsam" from The Two Towers, and then I read, to myself, Ligotti's "The Spectacles in the Drawer."
I've spent so much time and energy desperately fucking promoting Alabaster: Wolves, trying to rescue Dancy from an untimely demise, that I have all but neglected the other two books I ought to be promoting this spring.
For example, the best novel – by far – that I have ever written, The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. There are days I almost feel like I only dreamt I wrote that book. It's one of the few things from my writing career that I'm not ashamed of and that I hope will be remembered a hundred years down the line (though, I might feel differently about this next April). Please buy it. Please read it. Please try to understand it for what it is, not for what you might wish it was, but isn't.
And, too, there's Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart, due out from Subterranean Press at the end of July (alas, too late for Readercon 23). If you've not already preordered, please consider how doing so might improve your standing in the eyes of your friends and family. And how less likely said preorder will dispose you to surprise platypus attacks in the dead of night. Also, it's a good book with stories inside, and the cover has a naked blue woman with horns doing something unpleasant (or not) to a naked not-blue woman without horns. There. That's my sales pitch. I'm a writer, not a used car salesperson. Oh, except, remember that the limited edition comes with a FREE hardcover chapbook, The Yellow Book.
All in Yellow,