Please have a look at Spooky's Etsy shop, Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries. Cool stuff!
I'm in a very weird place just now. On the cusp, as it were. I've finished Alabaster: Boxcar Tales, and I'm stepping away from Dark Horse for the time being. I've finished Red Delicious. Centipede Press has the ms. for the limited edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. And the next short story collection, The Ape's Wife and Other Stories, has reached the ARC phase. Obviously, there's still a good bit of work to be done on each of these projects, but they have reached that stage where I call them "done." But, regardless, I'm at the lull between the storm. This hardly ever happens, so many things wrapping up all at once. Having a few seconds to get my breath before diving into the next wave. And taking a few days off.
Well, that last part...it rarely goes well. I need to rest, but I can't rest.
Also, the trip to New Orleans and the WHC is looming on the horizon. At least we're taking the train down and back, which means ~72 restful hours (except for having to change trains in Manhattan). No more planes.
As of yesterday, I'm completely stepping away from gaming for the foreseeable future. I'm sure it won't be a forever thing. But I need a break from the monotony and futility and "time suck" and, especially, from gamers. I'm going to read, watch movies, GO OUT OF DOORS, read, see people and cultivate a social life, travel, read, and take recreational narcotics. It's time for a change.
Yesterday – which was in no way remotely pleasant, except that it might have been less vile than Sunday – Spooky finally managed to get me out of the house round about three-thirty or so. Maybe later. I resolved to photograph one of the things that keep me inside, that motherfucking blue sky. Kill your fear. Practice what I fucking preach. We went as far east as the Seekonk River as as far north as Swan Point. The photos behind the cut were taken when we stopped to sit a while outside Ladd Observatory. The day was almost early summer, if you sat directly in the sun and the wind wasn't blowing. Anyway, the wide carnivorous sky®, bane of ouranophobes the cosmos over:
Photographs Copyright © 2013 by Caitlín R. Kiernan