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There are days that are bad. There are days that manage to be worse than bad. And then there was yesterday. And all I will further deign to say on the subject (as discretion may not be the better part of valor, but it can sometimes be the author's best friend) is that there are times when the legal departments of major publishers are capable of demonstrating a degree of bone-headedness rarely exhibited outside the pachycephalosaurid dinosaurs. My great thanks to Merrilee and Anne for getting me through the day, and apologies to Kathryn, who had to endure the full brunt of my righteous indignation at Ground Zero. What the hell am I on about? When a band and a band's manager and a band's legal representation says, in writing, "Caitlín R. Kiernan has permission to quote our song in her forthcoming novel The Drowning Girl," odds are pretty goddamn good that said band and manager and legal representation have the authority to grant said permission. But, all's well that ends well, right? Okay, well my damaged schedule and colon might disagree, and it's not usual that I'm drinking in the afternoon, or that I have more than a single cigarette in a day. But...it was that sort of a day, and then some.

Please, today, comment, kittens. Just be kindly.

I'm lost, and the shadows keep on changing.

Here's a very fine and thoughtful review of Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Me (Volume One), and it might surprise you how much I agree with it. Well, except the reviewer's feelings about narrative structure and the conventional endings of stories. But, yes, good review. Also, I think I shall be canonized as "Aunt Beast," which suits me fine. At least, this month it does.

So, yesterday was devoured by nonsensical bullshit. I've established that, yes. When it began, Kathryn and I were making another effort to complete the line edits to Blood Oranges. We will finish that today, or all the world be damned. There's only 20 pages remaining, for fuck's sake, maybe half an hour of work. And I will not be dissuaded by clueless lawyers!

Not sucky things about yesterday! They deserve mention. I received a copy of Michael Zulli's on beyond sublime book The Fracture of the Universal Boy (six years in the writing and drawing, and another Kickstarter success story!). You must own this beautiful book. What else didn't suck? Well, Vince Locke's illustration for "Latitude 41°21'45.89"N, Longitude 71°29'0.62"W." (Sirenia Digest #71). Yesterday, I discovered Unwoman, and that totally didn't suck. Last night, [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark came over, and that didn't suck at all. Our conversation about "sport fucking," that totally fucking rocked, and might be the seed for my next SF story. And my HUGE box of comp copies of Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Me (Volume One) arrived via UPS.

Oh, and you need to see Helena Bonham Carter as Miss Havisham, in director Mike Newell's forthcoming adaptation of Great Expectations. Beautimous.

Anyway, I'm running dreadfully late today, thanks to yesterday, and the fact that I had a very early and long talk with my Dark Horse editor this ayem, and still have a modest hillock of email to answer beore Spooky and I can be done with Blood Oranges and get it off to my agent before day's end. But! I will leave you with two more astounding stills courtesy [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy, from the October shoot for The Drowning Girl. These are especially excellent, and, I daresay, they almost show too much of what's to come:

Imp, Eva, and Abalyn )
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Yesterday was as decent a writing day as I needed to finish "The Black Alphabet." I did 987 words, W through Z, and reached THE END. The total for pt. two presently stands at 4,210, making it slightly longer than pt. one (3,674). The two parts together come to a total of 7,884 words. I'd thought that pt. two would take me two days, as did pt. one; instead, it needed six days. And that's just the way it goes sometimes.

There were thundershowers late yesterday, which was nice. Not much else to report. We had a short walk. Spooky did a lot of work finishing up the new doll, whom I've named Snapdragon. You can see her here. Turns out, she has a part to play in Joey LaFaye as well. Watched The Sopranos. Read Chapter 14 of Hutton's The Triumph of the Moon ("The Wider Context: Reinforcement"). Did some work with the Ogham deck (and griped about the silly pseudohistory and pseudoarchaeology at the back of Liz and Colin Murray's book which accompanies the deck). I also got out my Victorian Tarot, which was a birthday gift from [livejournal.com profile] grandmofhelsing back in 2003, but which I've not worked with in years. I think I got to sleep about two and was awake this morning about 8:45. Some nightmare I cannot now recall, and that, at least, is something of which to be glad.

Today, we're taking Spooky's iBook to the Apple Store at Lennox, an annoying drive in the heat and light and traffic that we've been putting off for months. We both suspect the problem is the logic board. Later this afternoon, I'll be proofreading.

At some point between the acceptance of the final draft of Murder of Angels and now, Penguin changed its policy regarding "fair use" of song lyrics for epigraphs from two lines equal "fair use" to zero lines equal "fair use." Which means I now have to contact the Decemberists and try to obtain permission to quote two lines from "Of Angels and Angles," which I've used as the opening epigraph in Daughter of Hounds. I fear that in the future I shall restrict my use of epigraphs to those things which are firmly and indisputably in the public domain.

Right. Well, that's enough for now. The day's impatient.

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