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Okay, well, I'm beginning this entry now, but at any second I'm going to eat a fucking English muffin with strawberry preserves (NO HFCS!). Not precisely warm here in Providence, cloudy, but we might have a high of 65˚F. And at least the clouds are hiding that wide carnivorous sky from view. The plan is to get a little work done, finishing up the very last line edits on the Centipede Press ms. for their edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir and email it to CP, and then emailing the [muffin break] script for Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (Chapter 9) to my disturbingly eager and on top of shit editor at Dark Horse. And...I think that's all. But we won't be going south to the shore, because it's always substantially cooler down there. Fuck this Cold Spring. I am so close to moving back to Alabama. Hell, back to fucking Leeds. We could rent a house in Leeds for $750 a month, a fraction of what we're paying here. Yeah, it's in Leeds, but at least that haven of xenophobia is WARM.

I suppose there ought be a day-by-day recap. No one but me will care, but, ten years from now, I might want to know:

Friday, April 26th:

I wrote two more pages on the script for Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (Chapter 9), which came to 986 words. I'd hoped to finish it, but I didn't. Beginning with Chapter 6 of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales, I became determined to slow down and do this thing as right as I can, given I'm having to write it in eight-page increments. The first five issues, the mermaid story, was horrifically rushed and mushed up. It needed to be a five-issue mini-series (~110 pp.), but, instead, I only got 40 pp. And it shows. So, I've thrown out the whole each-installment-has-to-be-self-contained foolishness, and I'm allowing this story, here at the end, to take the time it needs. I am not proud of those first five installments. To my memory, I did nothing else of note on Thursday. I'm thinking. Oh, I'm still working on the November 2012 issue of JVP, and I read "A new species of Waengsjoeaspis (Cephalaspidomorpha, Osteostraci) from the Early Devonian of Northwestern Canada, with a redescription of W. nahanniensis and implications for growth, variation, morphology, and phylogeny." I cursed the weather, but actually left the house. We had pizza from Fellini's, tiny chocolate cupcakes with star-shaped sprinkles, and we watched Andrew Weiner's The Frankenstein Theory (2013), which was much, much better than I expected.

Saturday, April 27th:

I wrote the last two pages of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (Chapter 9), which came to 1,065 words. I cursed the weather.

Sunday, April 28th:

Spooky did most of the remaining line edits on the ms. for the Centipede Press ms. for their edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir (8-Back Pages). Then I took over and did a bunch of stuff that only I could fix. Then I did line editing on Alabaster: Boxcar Tales (Chapter 9). Dinner was burgers from Five Guys. No, we're not exactly eating healthy, but fuck it. Oh, and I pissed off several people on Facebook by posting:

My life is dominated by three emotions, essentially to the exclusion of all others: anger, regret, and depression. Of these, I consider anger the most positive, and so allow it to lead me whenever possible.

I actually had to ban some happy-talk Christian bitch, because she wouldn't shut the fuck up about how this was all my fault. I should have banned several others, but I displayed remarkable self-restraint. You know, you don't have to agree with what I say, but you do have to respect my right to say it. Anyway, there's Sunday.

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Here's a tiny preview of the images that will accompany the special edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, a letter from George Phillip Saltonstall to Mary Farnum (created "Indrid Em"):

colour letter dg working 3000dpi copy

Push the Sky Away,
Aunt Beast

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cucumberseed
Apr. 29th, 2013 04:47 pm (UTC)
Yesterday had that kind of sky. I don't normally feel the same way you do about it, but yesterday I truly did. Today I am grateful for clouds.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)

It drools...
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greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:36 pm (UTC)

People on Facebook got angry because you're angry all the time?

Ain't it though.
sovay
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:16 pm (UTC)
Here's a tiny preview of the images that will accompany the special edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, a letter from George Phillip Saltonstall to Mary Farnum (created "Indrid Em")

That's lovely.

I hope it's warm enough for the sea soon. Here it's been the traditionally confusing New England mix of hot sun and brisk wind, the kind of weather where you leave the house in a jacket and after five minutes walking you're carrying it; but you'll need it again as soon as you stop. The nights are just cold enough to need more blankets than you think. Nonetheless, the trees everywhere are blooming.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:37 pm (UTC)

That's lovely.

Indeed.

I hope it's warm enough for the sea soon. Here it's been the traditionally confusing New England mix of hot sun and brisk wind, the kind of weather where you leave the house in a jacket and after five minutes walking you're carrying it; but you'll need it again as soon as you stop. The nights are just cold enough to need more blankets than you think. Nonetheless, the trees everywhere are blooming.

I call this weather "fuckupity."
sovay
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:58 pm (UTC)
I call this weather "fuckupity."

Yep.

(Come to Boston soon. It's farther north than Providence, so it'll be even more fucked!)
greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 06:06 pm (UTC)

(Come to Boston soon. It's farther north than Providence, so it'll be even more fucked!)

Oh, hell yeah.
vipermitch
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:22 pm (UTC)
Which is why I don't do facebook.

I had a Professor in College who flunked a student because he agree with everything she said. Her comment "I refuse to teach a bunch of sycophants. I don't even agree with everything I have say."

Glad to see you getting things done.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 05:38 pm (UTC)

Which is why I don't do facebook.

There are things I like about FB. There's a lot I don't. As LJ dies its slow death, I have to migrate somewhere. But, mostly, I wish you could shut off comments on FB.

Her comment "I refuse to teach a bunch of sycophants. I don't even agree with everything I have say."

Nice.

Glad to see you getting things done.

Just not enough.
everville340
Apr. 29th, 2013 07:46 pm (UTC)
I actually had to ban some happy-talk Christian bitch, because she wouldn't shut the fuck up about how this was all my fault.

It's amazing how Free Speech in the 21st Century has gestated from people having the right to simply have their own opinion to people like that inherently believing that everyone else is entitled to have their opinion forced upon us (ad nauseum).
greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 07:53 pm (UTC)

Yup.
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greygirlbeast
Apr. 29th, 2013 07:54 pm (UTC)

Oh, my! That handwriting! I love the beautifully formed words and elegant swashes! It's positively juicy! I work with letters, and excellent, wonderful handwriting is almost like porn to me... ! (T.M.I.?)

Nope. Not TMI. I have a letter fetish.
Indrid Em
Apr. 29th, 2013 08:01 pm (UTC)
It's porn for me too!
setsuled
Apr. 29th, 2013 11:33 pm (UTC)
We could rent a house in Leeds for $750 a month, a fraction of what we're paying here. Yeah, it's in Leeds, but at least that haven of xenophobia is WARM.

I'd recommend moving to San Diego--it was 80 Fahrenheit at 3am this morning and there's a great and visible gay community, but the cost of living is more than expensive.

a letter from George Phillip Saltonstall to Mary Farnum (created "Indrid Em")

Very nice.
captaincurt81
Apr. 30th, 2013 01:13 am (UTC)
You can close your Facebook wall to comments. I'm sure it's easy. I haven't done this but some friends of mine have and they are happy to be free of the 'drama' of jerkwad comments and insults from complete strangers.
Melissa Morecock
Apr. 30th, 2013 05:33 am (UTC)
The weather here in South Carolina is quite nice right now. It shouldn't be. We 've actually had a spring these last few years, instead of a couple of nice weeks followed by six months of swelter. People with small minds celebrate the change, while I am disturbed immensely
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