Well, the results of my experiment
were interesting, though not especially dramatic. I was up until sometime just after five. The sky was swiftly brightening, the way it does here. Almost like someone throws a switch. And just after five, I finally lay down. I hadn't expected to fall asleep. I was lying in bed, listening to Brendan Perry, and drifted off. Partly, I suspect this was the result of my overwhelming exhaustion, partly the result of my efforts not to get anxious about sunrise, and partly because I spent half an hour reading cosmology.
Regardless, I slept. Until 10 ayem, when a very noisy landscaper, turning green space next door into a vast field of gravel, awoke me with a cacophony of ungodsly scrapey and drilly sounds. Spooky had already yelled out the window at the guy, "Get off your damn cellphone," or something of the sort. So, she was up. I grumped about a bit and returned to bed, where I managed to sleep until almost noon. I'm guessing a total of 6.5 hours. Not bad at all, and no nasty hangover. Too bad it won't last, but then nothing ever does.
They will write of her, "She was one of the last great voices on LiveJournal."
Yesterday, despite the fact I was too strung out to get anything
done, I proceeded to answer Two Important Emails. Then I did line edits on "Fake Plastic Trees" for ellen_datlow
(and Terri Windling). And then
, kittens, I wrote 1,443 words on "Figurehead" for Sirenia Digest
#67. Oh, and then I sent enough of the piece to Vince
that he could go ahead and get to work on an illustration before I actually finish the story (which it has become, as it clearly had no desire to be a vignette). I have proven zombies can be productive writers. Whoosh!
After that, um...wait. I'll remember. Oh, yeah. Spooky made chili while I had a half hour nap. After dinner, we told Rift
it could live without us One Damn Night. So, we watched James Cameron's Terminator
(1984) and the director's cut of Terminator 2
(1991). The former holds up well, despite all the ridiculous eighties clothing and hair and some laughable animatronics. It's sort of funny seeing a baby Bill Paxton right at the beginning (he shows up in the credits as "Punk Leader"). Anyway, seeing the two films back to back set me to thinking about how my favorite Cameron films almost always have director's cuts, which I usually like better than the theatrical releases: Aliens
, Terminator 2
, and Avatar
. Admittedly, these are long films made longer, but like the director's cuts of Jackson's LotR
films, the editing and pacing in the director's cuts is always vastly smoother and more logical.
And that was yesterday.
The month is almost over, and it's almost time to announce the next book in Aunt Beast's Book of the Month Club. I hope at least some of you have read and appreciated Kathe Koja's Under the Poppy
. In a perfect world, I'd send out merit badges for each book completed.
It's warm here in Providence. Beginning to get hot here in the house
. I need to go to the shore. But not this
weekend. Memorial Day and Brown Graduation and all. A shame we were not able to make a few good trips down before tourist season began, but until about four days ago it was still winter.
Pretty Much Awake,