Yesterday afternoon I found out that The Drowning Girl: A Memoir has been nominated for the Nebula Award. I'm sort of quietly stunned. Filled with a weird sort of satisfaction and, I'll admit, vindication, that I pretty much never feel as an author. To say that I am honored is an understatement. In short, it's awfully damn cool.
That news, along with the death of the car's battery and various other distractions, kept yesterday's word count on Chapter Three of Red Delicious to an abysmally low 252 words. On Monday, I did precisely 1,100 words on the chapter. Yesterday, I also learned that I'll be meeting with my editor this week about the cover for a novel that has only just been started. But, I'm the one who yanked back Fay Grimmer and threw the schedule off. So, yes, it's fucking bizarre, but I didn't balk. It's no big deal.
I also needed to approve the pencils for the first five pages of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (Chapter Six) and print a fresh copy of the ms. of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, so that I can begin proofing it for the Centipede Press edition (release date TBA; yes, CP will also still be doing The Red Tree). Late last night (actually, early this ayem), I began working my way through the CEM/galley for The Ape's Wife and Other Stories.
My headaches have been more frequent and worse than usual, so I'm sort of amazed I'm finally beginning to catch up on all these disparate undertakings.
There was Rift last night. We're halfway to Level 58. There's been some good RP in The Secret World with
There are new eBay auctions, including the very first copy of Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume One) we've ever offered.
A note to Sirenia Digest subscribers: Yep, I'm running late. You should have #87 before the end of the week. Your patience is much appreciated.
A few days ago, I received a marvelous package from Lee Moyer, souvenirs from his trip to New Zealand and Austraila.
Pretty sure that's all for now.
Onwards,
Aunt Beast
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