I don't want to be here today. Not in this chair.
This is the final day of the semi-vacation.
I have some unanswered questions from the last couple of entries:
BTW, is your character in The Dry Salvages, Dr Audrey Cather, named for my beloved favorite Willa?
Not consciously, no.
Obviously you don't have any say over whether Dark Horse does this, but what do you think about reprinting your scripts for Alabaster: Wolves in Sirenia Digest? Maybe just the pages which were drawn directly from the original prose story with the Panther (I can't recall, was that "Highway 97")?
The story with the panther was "Alabaster." That is, the original short story, "Alabaster," as opposed to the shorty-story collection and comic of the same name. I truly have gotten a lot of mileage out of that one word. But, that's an interesting idea. Problem is, while somehow revealing the who prose-to-comics process might be interesting to those who have read the short story and the comic, I'm not sure how interesting it might be to those who have read neither. Though, I suppose I could insert the whole short story, and then proceed to the script excerpt, and then include the black-and-while pencils from the production stage of the comic. That might work, as it would provide the entire evolution. Hmmm. I'll think about it.
Also, my thanks to Billy, for his kind words about The Drowning Girl: A Memoir (absolutely not in the mood for hyperlinks), and bringing up Mike Capuzzo's relevant Close to Shore: A True Story of Terror in an Age of Innocence.
Speaking of Sirenia Digest, I am very, very, very behind, work-wise, thanks to this health-imposed semi-vacation. In theory, I need to have Fay Grimmer finished by the end of September (I'm actually hoping for mid October), while simultaneously producing issues 81 and 82. That's gonna be fun, kittens. But the bills must be paid! The roads must roll!
As for yesterday, another dull, gallumphing-about-the-house sort of days. Resting at the end of resting. Unremarkable. Last night, Spooky made stir fry with green beans, ground turkey, red bell pepper, shitake, and etcetera. Then we had another House marathon. Another seven episodes. I'm still in love with the title character, but still find the show itself very run-of-the-mill, formulaic television. I doubt my interest will be held beyond Season One, and only that far because I'm stubborn and hate leaving things unfinished.
Tiddley pom. I'm not even going to proofread this entry; errors be damned.
Dreading the Saddle,
*Which, she admits, wasn't based on having read the novel, but only on having read a description of the novel. She does not name the source of said description.