Back on the 9th of July, Spooky took a series of photographs, over on the east side, that stunned me. Firstly, because of their obvious beauty. Secondly, because, somehow, she photographed my dreams. I've been meaning to post them for a month now. And here they are. Who says the sky's not carnivorous?
You called up in the sky.
You called up in the clouds.
Is there something you forgot to tell me? ~ Joan Osborne
Spooky and I are now in love with Orange is the New Black, the first season of which we are devouring as we wait for the fifth season of Breaking Bad.
And yesterday? Yesterday I took to hits of some very strong ganja and wrote the final 69 words of "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer." I wrote it, and then I looked away. I have read it since. It felt right at the time. I'll send it to the editor, and it'll work for her, or it won't. But at least I can say I've finished one short story this summer. I think it's a bit like a train wreck (and it is a train story, because trains are Möbius strips) between William Burroughs and Philip K. Dick. Ah, but I flatter myself.
Today, I need to send some stuff to Matthew Jaffe for the Centipede Press edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. He's painting Albert Perrault paintings. Someone had to do it, though I hope Matthew's hung wolfsbane above his bed. Poor Matthew.
There are other editors I need to speak with, and there are overdue checks to chase (lookin' at you, Dark Horse), and...probably other things.
Please check out the current eBay auctions. The "Salammbö" shirt, remember, and a copy of Tales of Pain and Wonder (the Subterranean Press edition, the best edition), and motherfucking Compapolooza. We had two unexpected vet bills in July, hence so much eBay at the moment.
After all the work, we're heading to the sea. If only I had one friend in Providence, and one friend I could call upon to go with us.
Later, kittens.
She's Gone With the Man in the Long Black Coat,
Aunt Beast
You called up in the sky.
You called up in the clouds.
Is there something you forgot to tell me? ~ Joan Osborne
Spooky and I are now in love with Orange is the New Black, the first season of which we are devouring as we wait for the fifth season of Breaking Bad.
And yesterday? Yesterday I took to hits of some very strong ganja and wrote the final 69 words of "Ballad of an Echo Whisperer." I wrote it, and then I looked away. I have read it since. It felt right at the time. I'll send it to the editor, and it'll work for her, or it won't. But at least I can say I've finished one short story this summer. I think it's a bit like a train wreck (and it is a train story, because trains are Möbius strips) between William Burroughs and Philip K. Dick. Ah, but I flatter myself.
Today, I need to send some stuff to Matthew Jaffe for the Centipede Press edition of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. He's painting Albert Perrault paintings. Someone had to do it, though I hope Matthew's hung wolfsbane above his bed. Poor Matthew.
There are other editors I need to speak with, and there are overdue checks to chase (lookin' at you, Dark Horse), and...probably other things.
Please check out the current eBay auctions. The "Salammbö" shirt, remember, and a copy of Tales of Pain and Wonder (the Subterranean Press edition, the best edition), and motherfucking Compapolooza. We had two unexpected vet bills in July, hence so much eBay at the moment.
After all the work, we're heading to the sea. If only I had one friend in Providence, and one friend I could call upon to go with us.
Later, kittens.
She's Gone With the Man in the Long Black Coat,
Aunt Beast
- Current Location:Sacra Sulci
- Current Mood:floating dragons
- Current Music:Joan Osborne, "The Man in the Long Black Coat"
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Maybe you will be so pleased with his job of becoming Albert Perrault that you'll also consider him contributing illustrations for the upcoming Centipede collection of your Mythos/Lovecraftian fiction... And speaking of which, do you think that OUR LADY OF THARSIS MONTES will be part of that volume? Ever since reading it in Sirenia Digest, I have been wondering how well it would work minus the photographs of the artwork that accompanied it and I assume with Centipede Press I wouldn't have to find out.
And speaking of which, do you think that OUR LADY OF THARSIS MONTES will be part of that volume?
It absolutely should, it almost certainly won't, for contractual reasons I won't go into here.
You're probably going to tell me that it was your idea but did you know that there is a book called "The Wide, Carnivorous Sky and Other Monstrous Geographies"?
Yes. The phrase first occurs in my blog back in 2006. The author "borrowed" it from the blog, and I finally managed to get him to acknowledge that. The acknowledgement (in an almost acceptable form) appears in the collection. But...my phrase.
Oh, and I will be using it for the title of a short story at some future date – as was always the plan – and the title of a collection of my own – as was always the plan. I probably wouldn't have ben pissed if I'd at least have been asked. Anyway, now I censor myself here.
Not yet. I'll announce when preorders begin.
(Speaking of which, I was looking at art books this weekend and caught myself checking the S's for Saltonstall.)
Would you happen to have any other copies of Hauntings (the Datlow anthology) heading to Ebay? I had my eye on the copy that sold this past weekend, but misrecorded its ending time!
Would you happen to have any other copies of Hauntings (the Datlow anthology) heading to Ebay?
I'm sorry. That's the only one we have. I only got two.
That is indeed a predatory sky.
Spooky and I are now in love with Orange is the New Black, the first season of which we are devouring as we wait for the fifth season of Breaking Bad.
What's it like? I am completely out of touch with everything on television these days.
Ah, but I flatter myself.
Possibly, but still: I won't say that Burroughs and Dick are the right kind of trainwreck, because I don't know that there is one, but it's a kind I'd read.
He's painting Albert Perrault paintings.
God damn. Send him an exorcist.
When I am less sick, when I am less destroyed (it has to happen sometime), tell me when you are going to the sea and I will join you.