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A sunny day here in Providence, a wide carnivorous sky*, and a predicted high of only 70˚F. Welcome back, Autumn. You motherfucker. Now, bugger off and die. And you know all those leaves you've come to murder? Well, when you're done, be sure to take their colorful corpses with you.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,643 words on Chapter Four ("Plan A") of Fay Grimmer. Which means I started the Mordorian Death March towards The End one day ahead of schedule. In theory, I have only 29 days of it remaining. Presently, I like theory. Though, if I could only manage to write 2,000 words a day until I find The End, I could shorten the March to 23.5 days. That would buy back almost an entire week of my life.

The more I consider the cataclysm of this past year, the more I think it's time to start drinking and smoking again. So what if my meds don't play well with the alkiehol? I don't play well with my meds, so fuck it. Then, when all is said and done – great song by ABBA, by the way (if you can stand ABBA), debuted on the Billboard pop singles chart on 9 January 1982 and peaked at #27. If only Fay Grimmer would do one-tenth that well! Then again, I don't have Anni-Frid Lyngstad, pop star become Her Serene Highness, on my side. Where was I? When all is said and done...uhm. Whatever.

Neither you nor nor I is left to blame,
When all is said and done.


There's no hurry anymore,
When all is said and done.

If you haven't yet, please have a look at the current "pay the taxes" eBay extravaganza. We have a new wallflower: The Little Damned Book of Days (2005), which came with the limited edition of the World Fantasy nominated To Charles Fort, With Love. It's one of the chapbooks for which I did my own cover. And it's lonely. And needs a home.

In closing, the International Society for the Conservation of Douchebags has announced that it will be adopting Mitt Romney as their mascot.

Livers & Lungs Are For Cowards,
Aunt Beast

* A shiny new penny to the first person who can find the earliest use of this phrase in my LJ (or Blogger journal). There must be a much earlier one.


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Sep. 16th, 2012 07:11 pm (UTC)
When all is said and done.
Google the lyrics for this, people. Put your drink aside before you read them. Oh my.

Edited at 2012-09-16 07:13 pm (UTC)
Sep. 16th, 2012 07:16 pm (UTC)
Re: When all is said and done.


I genuinely love the phrase, "There's no hurry anymore, when all is said and done." Wish I'd thought of it.
Sep. 16th, 2012 08:31 pm (UTC)
Re: When all is said and done.
I like the lyrics too. To the extent that I'm reluctant to listen to the song, but if I had coffee in my mouth when I read the first couplet of the second verse, I would surely have sprayed it.
Sep. 16th, 2012 07:43 pm (UTC)
Wishing you a compositionally fruitful Death March. Build those wonderful word structures of yours, Aunt Beast!
Sep. 16th, 2012 09:38 pm (UTC)

This time I'm going to settle for just building words.

Edited at 2012-09-16 09:39 pm (UTC)
Sep. 16th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm quietly joining your Mordorian Death March towards The End as I, too, have 50,000 words to write in the next 30 days or so. Maybe I have 40 days, but that's including book release events in the Real World.

(I was trying to figure out something encouraging to say to you in Tolkien's Black Speech, but am too tired to be that geeky right now.)
Sep. 16th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC)

It's the thought that counts.
Sep. 17th, 2012 01:56 pm (UTC)
Ha! Yeah...
Sep. 17th, 2012 12:47 am (UTC)

the earliest use of this phrase [wide carnivorous sky] in my LJ

Google gives five instances before this: May 19 2012, Jan 22 2012, Dec 27 2011, Feb 16 2010, and Oct 3 2008. Plus a close miss (wide carnivorous blue skies) on Jan 12 2012 and a couple of lesser groupings.

The earliest: last paragraph in "Howard Hughes and the Culture of Distraction"

Might be some earlier, but that's the best I could do easily..
Sep. 17th, 2012 05:43 am (UTC)

Heh. Only now do I notice your link on the phrase, which would have told me that you've already found the one that I mentioned. That's typical of the way this week's been going. If I lose any more brain cells, my skull will implode until my head's the approximate size and shape of a hairy walnut. Can't say it mightn't be an improvement, either...
Sep. 17th, 2012 05:35 am (UTC)
Mordorian death march.

I am so stealing that.
Sep. 17th, 2012 05:55 pm (UTC)
ISCD- Nice. That will have me grinning all day. Lo, if I have an absolute vile hatred for ol' Willard.

Good luck with the pay taxes sale.

I recall the phrase from your journal, but I'm not so detailed enough to know when I first heard it. My guess is 2008 or so.
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