Well, I've survived that
. Mostly, I'm just stiff and sore from lying down for the better part of two days, and bored silly, and in need of a shower. Spooky's still a bit ill, but her symptoms manifested about ten hours or so after mine did. Anyway, lousy fucking way to "ring in" the New Year.
Then again, why we do this, celebrate the exchange of one calendar for another, I admit it escapes me. We celebrated the arrival of 2011, which we apparently used up, so we celebrated the arrival of 2012. Benchmarks, I suppose. Congratulations that the world is still here. Something like that. Something
must be celebrated to break up the days, most of which are unremarkable. For most.
For my part, 2011 was a vast improvement over 2010, though we struggled with a marked shortage of money the first half of the year. Still, 2011 was a year of recovery, I think, and of new beginnings. Not on the first
of the year, but new beginnings strewn here and there throughout. The greatest of these is, of course, Alabaster
, and my return to comics on my own terms – which I'd said for years was the only way I would return. But, too, I finished what is far and away the best novel I've written, The Drowning Girl
, which will soon be out in the world. I did that, and still
had the energy, somehow, to sit down and write another
novel, Blood Oranges
, which isn't even in the same league as The Drowning Girl
, but which is quite a lot of fun, probably the last thing anyone could say about The Drowning Girl
. Then there was the enormous success of Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Me (Volume 1)
, which still has me a little dizzy. And now Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart
and The Yellow Book
are on the way! Yeah, I'm tooting my own horn, as they are wont to say, but it was a good year, and the year to come ought be marvelous. And here is my recap of the short fiction I wrote this year:
02. "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash"
03. "The Carnival is Dead and Gone"
04. "Untitled 35"
06. "Fake Plastic Trees"
07. "Down to Gehenna"
08. "The Granting Cabinet"
09. "Slouching Towards the House of Glass Coffins"
11. "Dear Daughter Desmodus"
12. "Latitude 41°21'45.89"N, Longitude 71°29'0.62"W"
13. "Ex Libris"
14. "Another Tale of Two Cities"
That's three less than 2011, but
when you consider that I wrote most of The Drowning Girl
, all of Blood Oranges
, the first three issues of Alabaster
, and edited Two Worlds and In Between
, Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart
, and The Yellow Book
(the editing with a fucking enormous amount of help from Spooky and sovay
) – I think that sort of explains why there was less short fiction this year. Also, I'll note that all but two
of these were written for the digest.
And. Plus. The release of the "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl
is only days away (slightly delayed, due to the illness).
There truly is little that can be said for yesterday. Most of it was spent horizontal, watching crap on the iPad, recovering. Though, I will
add that you cannot banish Yog-Sothoth from any dimension with the microdrive of an iPod, Mr. Shirley. Though, I do wish that trick would work on the majority of Xtians and Republicans and on the Tea Party loons, the lot of them worse than any of the Great Old Ones or Outer Gods dreamt up by HPL. Because I'd gladly sacrifice Inara to that end.
Now, I'm going to go take a shower and hope I've enough energy left afterwards to work on Sirenia Digest
. I absolutely could not afford two days of downtime, as these deadlines pile up on top of me, and now I have to scramble three times as fast to catch up. But, if Spooky's up to the trip to Whole Foods, we'll manage our annual New Years' dinner of black-eyed peas, collards, mac and cheese, and corn bread.