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I didn't forget this morning's dreams. And more's the pity. I dreamed that the Eastern Seaboard had been destroyed in a nuclear war by the Japanese (????), and I was a child in Jacksonville, Fla. and all was soot and ruin, and I watched a television broadcast of a firestorm raging across Texas. A million little details in my head.

This is why I generally hope to forget my dreams. Also, just now, right this very fucking minute, I'm having to refrain from one of those "You kids these days! Get off my lawn!" tirades, this time about how much I hate the way that the abbreviations of the states were dumbed down (i.e., simplified) back in the 1980s or when the hell ever. Florida is not FL; Florida is Fla. Massachusetts is not MA, it's Mass. Michigan is not MI, but Mich. West Virginia isn't WV, it's W. Va. Yeah, okay. I'll stop now. But I haven't lost all the battles. For example, the Girl Scouts of America, at least in the state of Colorado, are now trans friendly. I still marvel at the emerging phenomenon of transgendered children being permitted to express and explore their gender identities as children. Sure, it's still not even close to being included in this society's "normative state," but its become ever more common in the US. Kids these days...

Yesterday, we made it through chapters Five and Six of Blood Oranges. Assuming the MiBs leave me alone today, we'll get through Seven and Eight, and all that will be left to be done to the manuscript is actually making the marked corrections (there are a bazillion, so it'll take at least one long day). And since tomorrow will definitely belong to the spooks, It'll likely be Sunday before those corrections can be made.

And here we come to a note regarding Sirenia Digest. I am very, very sorry, but #71 is going to be late, and by late I mean maybe as late as the 10th of November (whereas it's "due" out on the 5th). October was a monster, and here I am with four days of it left, and I've not had a moment to put towards the digest. But it will come as soon as I can pull it together, and I apologize profusely. I'll do my best to never be this late again.

Last night, Spooky made astoundingly yummy turkey legs (toss in mushrooms, apples, onions, garlic, etc.) with mashed potatoes and Brussels sprouts (a cultivar of the wild cabbage, Brassica oleracea). I had a hot bath. Oh, wait. The bath was right after I made my blog entry, which means I had to wake up twice, because warmth makes me sleepy. Anyway, after dinner, Rift, and after Rift I finished reading Steinbeck's "About Ed Ricketts" to Spooky. So much is quotable, but I'll settle for one. On religion and Ricketts, Steinbeck writes:

He has no religion in the sense of creed or dogma. In fact he distrusted all formal religions, suspecting them of having been fouled with economics and power and politics. He did not believe in any God as recognized by any group or cult. Probably his God could have been expressed by the mathematical symbol for an expanding universe. Surely he did not believe in an after life in any sense other than chemical. He was suspicious of promises of an after life, believing them to be sops to our fear or hope artificially supplied.

I love those words. And now, four more stills (by [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy) from the October 15th shoot at Rolling Dam (Blackstone, MA) and Thundermist Falls (Woonsocket, RI):

Beast on Location )
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The one weekend in my four autumns in Rhode Island that the meteorologists get the weather right, and it has to be this weekend. But, things are improving! The sun's out, and we only have to contend with a 14mph wind, gusting to 22mph. We can do that, after shooting an extra reel for Apocalypse Now last night the a monsoon.

Today's itinerary will take us north and west to the ghoul-haunted burg of Woonsocket...okay, that voice annoys me, too. I'm stopping. No Lovecraftian travel guide will you have this day. But yeah, north and west for shots along the Blackstone River Gorge, in Millville, and at Thundermist Falls in Woonsocket. Then we come back and get some footage in Providence, and we have some complicated interior shots to get this evening. Today will probably be more hectic than we thought, last night, it would be.

I think Kyle's uploading another sneak peek now....

This is, to me, and extremely strange process. We are making a sort of micro-movie of The Drowning Girl, and this never, of course, would have been possible without the amazing aid of everyone who supported our Kickstarter project to fund this. It's weird and it's wonderful. And it's collaborative!

I was trying to explain, last night, that I think the collaborative aspect is making this as weird for me as is the "book brought to life" aspect. For many years, I wasn't capable of collaborating, and there are sorts of art that must be done by combining the talents of many people capable of pulling off various sorts of tricks. I am reentering that realm, and I am glad of that. Sure, I only got about four and a half hours sleep, but I know today will be remarkable. Before I sign off and get dressed and we get out of here and get to work, I do want to formally acknowledge the others in this crowded house of hectic creativity (and far too little sleep).

We're discussing multiple cuts of the "trailer," at one, two, and three minutes in length. We will go viral.

Dani Church ([livejournal.com profile] cirne) just arrived (with her girlfriend, Carolyn). Dani is playing Abalyn. Sara Murphy, our professional actor, is the poor girl who had to stand nude in the monsoon last night for...an hour? I don't know, really. Time slows to a fucking crawl in the monsoons of Rhode Island. Nicola Astes ( @libervore on Twitter), in a wild stroke of serendipity, is our spot-on Imp (India Morgan Phelps). Of course, we all know Kyle ([livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy), who's handling still photography and is my co-ringleader, but our amazing video dude is Brian Siano ([livejournal.com profile] briansiano). And the three who are getting everything done so that this whole shebang runs smoothy: Spooky [livejournal.com profile] humglum), Ryan Anas, and Geoffrey H. "He of the Unfortunate Puns" Goodwin ([livejournal.com profile] readingthedark). Without these three, we'd be screwed, and when you see the final products of this endeavor, know how much they helped it come together.

Now. I must go. We're burning daylight.

Oh, wait! New sneak peek:

14 October 2011, Moonstone Beach )

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