greygirlbeast: (Narcissa)
Yes, it is that. This entry is the 3,000th I've written since coming to LiveJournal way back on April 15th, 2004. And yeah, that's a lot of time and a lot of words. Though, truly, I first began keeping an online journal on Blogger, years before I met LJ, on November 24th, 2001. But, here I am at 3,000, as LiveJournal reckons time.

Yesterday was a roiling mass of chaos. There was a very long phone conversation with my agent, Merrilee, that essentially made it impossible to get much else done during the afternoon. But now I can get back to work on Blood Oranges, which she loves. Today, however, I am awaiting news regarding the NEWS THAT IS SO GOOD, SO COOL I can't talk about it yet. Which means I'll be good for nothing, except maybe proofreading the manuscript for Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. Yesterday, we managed to proofread "The Collector of Bones." I'd forgotten all the math I'd had to do for that story.

So, "civil unions" between gay couples will likely soon be legal Rhode Island. On the one hand, it's more than I ever expected. On the other hand, it's so blatantly discriminatory, that it's hard to see it as any sort of improvement at all. It's not even really "separate but equal." It's more like saying, "Look, we made you this, which looks sort of like marriage, and you'll get some of the benefits. But marriage is SACRED, and if we let you have actual...well, never mind what would happen, because we're not going to do that. Here. Take this, instead. Now, go play and leave us alone." That's what it's like. I do see it as a foot in the door, and I see the benefits. But unless this is a stepping stone towards the same rights afforded heterosexuals, it's worthless. Just second-class citizenry. Note that the bill has been heavily opposed by local gay activists. Anyway....let's not make the Baby Jesus cry...

Spooky was just telling me that WoW is now offering the same deal offered by LotRO, and soon to be offered by CoX. There's a downloadable "free to play" version that doesn't come with a 7-day expiration date, but has a Level 20 cap. So, you know, you can play WoW free forever, so long as none of your toons want to rise above 20. Which would at least be fine for rp, only, to echo an analogy yesterday, trying to rp in WoW is about the same as trying to use a Hula Hoop as a particle accelerator. Anyway, I think MMORPGs are finally learning from watching pushers.

Last night, I read Book 2 of The Stuff of Legend. This is, by far, the best new comic I've read in many years. Also, I read "The Dingus" by Gregory Frost, from Ellen Datlow's Supernatural Noir.

Today, I will proofread and wait...

3000 and Counting,
Aunt Beast
greygirlbeast: (Narcissa)
I need to just stop making plans. I mean completely. I need to quit making plans altogether.

I should be in Boston right this very minute, with [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy and Co., but I'm not. I'm home. Sitting in my stupid chair at this stupid fucking desk, typing on this stupid fucking keyboard. Because the car's acting fucking sketchy again (bad crankshaft). Kyle just called. He'll be meeting up with our Eva Canning this afternoon (as played by Sara Murphy)*, scouting locations and getting test shots for our sort of Secret Drowning Girl project. Oh, and Neil even went to the trouble to get us on the guest list for Amanda's show at the Mill tonight...but...no. I'm. Sitting. Here. Maybe I'll go back to bed and be done with it.

Tiddly pom.

Oh, and, here in Rhode Island, we're still having a wonderful March.

Anyway...yesterday, we had a very fine birthday for Spooky. I even made her the World's Most Strawberry Cake Ever. Maybe too strawberry. But it was appreciated. By Spooky, I mean. She spent most of the day playing American McGee's Alice: The Madness Continues, I think. There are photos below, behind the cut.

All the work part of my day yesterday was taken up getting material to [livejournal.com profile] jacobluest for the new Sirenia Digest website (which is looking amazing). I did that, but nothing much else. I did read a couple of stories in Supernatural Noir, Melanie Tem's "Little Shit" and Brian Evanson's "The Absent Eye." I played Rift. Selwyn made Level 50 and capped. Yes, this is the breathtaking excitement of my life. Maybe I just have everything backwards. Maybe it's a problem of perspective. In this Post-Modern Age, perhaps it is the digital experiences we ought to cheer as "genuine," and not those troublesome and inconvenient analog ones.

Looking at it all fucking backwards.

Here are the photos from yesterday:

24 June 201 )


And yeah, Peter Falk died. Which I think I'm just having trouble processing. Is that a computer analogy? Having trouble processing? If so, fuck it. Anyway, I grew up in the seventies, with Columbo, but I try not to think of Falk as that character, because too few people remember that he was a very good actor. For example, his role as "Der Filmstar" in Wim Wenders' Der Himmel über Berlin (1987). Here's a clip I love:



But on the brighter side, gay marriage is now legal in New York. So, we have New York, Massachusetts, and Connecticut. But I don't think it'll ever happen in Rhode Island. Too many goddamn Catholics.

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Last night, we watched a genuinely exquisitely creepy film, Brad Anderson's The Vanishing on 7th Street (2010). Anderson also made such superb films as Session 9 (2001), The Machinist (2004), Transsiberian (2008), and also directed ten episodes of Fringe. Right now, The Vanishing on 7th Street is streamable from Netflix, and you really, really ought to see it. Cosmic horror wonderfully translated to film. Man's fear of the dark and the dissolution of self. An apocalypse of darkness and aloneness. Beautiful.

And now I should go. Sit in the chair. At this desk. Maybe I'll try to write the introduction to Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart (Subterranean Press, 2012), which will be called "Sexing the Weird." HPL and sex. My own refusal to be apologetic for the seemingly explicitly brutal nature of so much of my erotica, etc. One woman's pain is another's pleasures and affections.

* Turns out Sara hurt her arm at an audition at an audition, and I may have another chance to make it to Boston tomorrow. By the way, that came out wrong. Don't mean to imply I might benefit from Sara hurting her arm.
greygirlbeast: (Default)
So, California's Proposition 8 has been ruled unconstitutional by District Judge Vaughn Walker. A black day for the assholes who put the hateful thing in place. A thin ray of light for the rest of us. That's a battle won, and I was glad for the news. But the war's still raging out there. And I dislike making war analogies, almost as bad as I hate making sports and computer analogies, but sometimes they're apt.

A good writing day yesterday. After an initial wave of panic, concerning my oft-stated problems with first-person narratives, I calmed down and got to work. I honestly don't know how Spooky does it, enduring my outbursts and diatribes and wearisome self doubt. Anyway, I wrote another 1,577 words on Chapter One of The Drowning Girl. I hope to finish the chapter by Friday evening. I was sorely tempted to dispense with chapters in this book. The manuscript is being written by someone who does not think of it as a novel and never intends it to be read, so why would the manuscript be subdivided into chapters? Just to meet reader expectations? How does that ever begin to make sense? Regardless, for the moment, the novel has chapters. Vive le conventionnel.

I'm trying to figure out if anyone else has ever written a ghost story about a mermaid, or if this might be the first.

I also spent about forty-five minutes more fidgeting about with the table of contents for the "Best of CRK" volume. Mostly pulling stories and sticking others in, creating hypothetical configurations and recalculating word count based on each one.

If you've not, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Between delayed checks and quickly approaching expenses, eBay income is especially important to us at the moment. Plus, you get cool books. Thanks.

And now I make the words flow...
greygirlbeast: (mars)
I have now been silent, aside from a couple of sneezes and the stray cough, for almost twenty-five hours. The first fourteen or so were the worst. Then, an unexpected calm began to settle over me. It's proving a very interesting experience.

The words began to flow again yesterday. It may have been telling the story of Sunday's outlandish misadventure at the market. It may have been something else altogether. All that matters is that they did start coming again. I did 1,286 words on "Bainbridge" yesterday and finished the first section set in Pensacola (which, you'll recall, may turn out to be the third section of the story). Suddenly, Julia Flammarion is a living person. Suddenly, I know her and understand what she's doing and why. To say that I am hugely relieved is an understatement.

Yesterday, my comp copies of The Merewife chapbook arrived from Subterranean Press. It's weird, in a very nice way, to see this thing in print after thirteen years. The Merewife is the prologue to a novel of the same name which I tried to write in the summer of 1993. The prologue was left unfinished until this past August, when I decided to let subpress print it as the chapbook to accompany the hardback edition of Subterranean Magazine #2 (the regular, softcover edition has now sold out, by the way). Only 202 copies of the chapbook were printed, and of those I received only five copies. At some point, once the hardcover edition of the magazine has sold out, I may decide to auction one or two copies on eBay, but then again, I may not. Clearly, The Merewife is destined to be one of my hardest to find publications. This is the ninth chapbook I've done with Subterranean Press since 2003. What noisy cats are we.

Let's see. I have some miscellanea here. The first five legal gay marriages were performed in Northern Ireland yesterday. Today, Scotland will begin recognizing same-sex unions, and in Wales and England couples can begin registering tomorrow. But remember, America is the land of the free. Well, the free herterosexuals, at any rate. Let's not pick nits. Dr. Colin Purrington at Swarthmore College is using the H5N1 strain of bird flu as a example of how natural selection would alter the ratio of evolutionists to creationists if creationists were logically consistent and had the courage of their convictions, that is, if creationists refused Tamiflu and vaccines because they do not believe that the H5N1 virus could potentially evolve human transmissibility. If not for [livejournal.com profile] sclerotic_rings, I'd miss half this stuff. He also pointed me to the very exciting news that the seas of Mars appear to have been far less acidic than previously thought, based on analysis of Martian clays. Drad stuff.

Spooky persueded me yesterday to switch from Safari to Firefox 1.5, and today I'm giving it a trial run. I'd begun having awful problems with Safari (slow loads, frequent crashes, sites that weren't compatible). So far, I like Firefox, though it is a little jumpy. We'll see how this goes, if Firefox can best my fierce allegiance to Apple.

I think the war on Xmas must be heating up. Yesterday, I saw a nativity scene surrounded by razor wire. The Baby Jesus was wearing the cutest little army helmet. And I understand that only eight in every ten "holiday" songs played over the PA at Wal-Mart use the "C-word." Clearly, the Xtians are losing ground fast. It must suck, being a pushy, intolerant majority besieged by phony, media-manufactured prejudice. Me, I wouldn't know.

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