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Jan. 6th, 2012 05:40 pm
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Firstly, Roc has made an offer on Blood Oranges.

Secondly, for those who missed it last night, the beta of the new website, focusing on The Drowning Girl, went live last night (you can still reach The Red Tree pages). The website includes the "teaser" trailer, but I'm also posting it below, along with the "cast and crew." And, to all those who made this possible by making donations to Kickstarter, thank you! I hope to see the full-length trailer up on the first of March. Also, please feel free to repost this entry or, better yet, just the trailer. Spread the word! And comments are very welcome.



Produced by
Kyle Cassidy, Caitlín R. Kiernan, and Kickstarter donations

Directed by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kyle Cassidy

Photographed by Kyle Cassidy and Brian Siano
(http://www.kylecassidy.com)

Edited by Brian Siano
(http://www.briansiano.com)

Artwork by Michael Zulli
(http://www.michaelzulli.com)

Music by A Whisper in the Noise/West Thordson
(http://www.myspace.com/awitn)

Cast:
Nicole Astes
Sarah Murphy
Dani Church

Assistance, Transport, and Emotional Support:
Ryan Anas
Geoffrey H. Goodwin
Kathryn Pollnac

The names of all the individual Kickstarter donors can be found here. And, again, thank you all.
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Thank you [livejournal.com profile] scarletboi. The beta of the revamped website is up, including the ~30-second "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl. Still photography by [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy, video by [livejournal.com profile] briansiano, my directorial debut, Nicola Astles as Imp, Sara Murphy as Eva Canning, and mermaid artwork by the astounding Michael Zulli. Of course, this couldn't have happened without all the amazing people who donated to our Kickstarter fund. Thank you. The full-length trailer will be posted in March, just prior to the book's release. So, without further ado:

The New Website 1.0
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Bitter fucking cold here in Providence this afternoon, and tonight's going to be so nasty – 6˚F, with 22 mph winds - that Spooky and I are likely cancelling our plans to drive down to Point Judith and watch the brief Quadrantid meteor shower.

Yesterday was the most tedious sort of work day. At least if you're a writer who happens to be me. Which I am. Yesterday, we went back through about a hundred line edits that Kathryn couldn't make when she was editing the ms. of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart and The Yellow Book back in December (based on notes/proofreaders marks we made fucking months ago), the ones that required I decide if a word was to be changed, or a comma deleted or inserted, or a sentence restructured, or an adjective added...and so on. We were at it all day, until, I think, about 6:30 p.m. My nerves were raw and bloody by the time we were done, but then I sent the files off to Subterranean Press. By then, I wanted stab myself in the nethers with a fork.

But I didn't. Instead, after dinner, I did some work on the process of revamping the website in preparation of the release of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir on March 6th. I chose one of [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy's photos from back in mid-October, during the shoot for the book's trailer, to be used as the background. My intent is that we'll be swapping the background images out on a regular basis, but for now I just want to get the "teaser" up on a page devoted to the novel. It may be up as early as tomorrow morning (so thank you, Brian, Kyle, and Chris). Also, I'll be posting more behind-the-scenes stills from the trailer shoot this week.

I got preliminary pencils – gorgeous – for Vince's illustration for "Part the First" of "The Lost Language of Mollusca and Crustacea," which will appear in Sirenia Digest #73 (look for it by week's end).

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Some people say we haven't lost.
But they're afraid to pay the cost,
For what we've lost.
~ Arcade Fire, "Half Light II (No Celebration)"

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Someone wrote me (via email) a few days ago, inquiring about my blind left eye. Not the usual sort of email I receive, so it stuck with me. And it was actually elicited by something I said on Facebook, and email resulting from FB is even more rare. Anyway, the person wrote wishing to know more about my useless left eye, as he'd recently lost 30% of his vision in one eye. Specifically, he was curious how it affects my ability to read. To which I can only say, it doesn't really. Except that my eyes get tired very quickly when I read (though not when I'm writing or gaming, and I have no explanation for that), and only in the last ten years has that even begun to be an issue. But the difference here is that I was likely born almost 100% blind in my left eye. I never had any depth perception (binocular vision) to start with, and my field of view (my FoV is only about 90˚-100˚, instead of the usual human 180˚-200˚) was always seriously impaired. I taught myself to read when I was four, well before I began school, so clearly it was never a significant impediment to my fundamental reading ability. Except, I read very slowly. Also, it means that I have a lot of trouble if there's text over on my left that I need to read while also attending to anything on my right (this is a huge problem with text in console games and MMOs). And I was finally forced to stop driving about ten years ago (how I drove before then, and how I passed my original driver's test...long story, or not). So, anyway, short answer, my partial blindness has never caused me any significant difficulty as a reader, or as a writer. But that may be because I was born that way; no one even figured out anything was wrong until I was in fourth grade, and the extent and probable cause – in utero toxoplasmosis that scarred my left cornea – until I was in college. Anyway, there you go.

Now, I find a story.

Searching,
Aunt Beast
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This is one of those rare mornings when I wake freezing, shivering, headachey, just shy of full-blown hypothermia, somehow having divested myself of all the blankets in the throes of this or that bad dream. And then I need two hours to get warm. Only, according to Spooky, I was actually being a bed hog, and if I'm cold it's my own damn fault.

Yesterday, I did an interview. An important interview. But I cannot yet say for whom or where it will appear. I will tell you as soon as I can. But it ate up more of the day than it should have. Also, I've gotten bloody sick of talking about myself. It's a little easier to talk about Imp or Sarah or Dancy, and almost as accurate since they're all overlapping aspects of me, anyway. To all prospective interviewers and would-be biographers of Me, I say to you, the only biography that's worth a good goddamn, the only truth-be-told, must first be filtered and fictionalized. You reduce the lives of women and men down to mere fact and history, and mostly you'll be left with the banal; if you're lucky, you'll get monotonous tragedy. Mythologize, though, and at least tragedy will seem noble, and even mundanity may be transformed and redeemed.

I am a writer, and my lot in life is to lie constantly, all the while never failing to tell the truth.

Today, I go back to work on "The Lost Language of Mollusca and Crustacea," and hopefully finish it. It will come in Sirenia Digest #73, with a great illustration by Vince Locke, plus Chapter Two of the original (scrapped) attempt to write Silk, plus (!, I hope) a new science-fiction story. I hope. Maybe.

Yesterday, I saw the colored pages for one of the Alabaster stories, colored by Rachelle Rosenberg, and wow.

An announcement. Every morning, or early afternoon, or mid afternoon, I spend anywhere from one to three hours on this journal. An hour and a half is about average, but let's say an hour, because round numbers are easier. That means I journalize seven hours a week, twenty-eight hours a month, three hundred and sixty-five hours a year (or about 15.2 days; and, in truth, a considerably larger sum). Think of all the stories or vignettes or work on novels I could get done in that time. And I've been doing this for more than eleven years, almost every single day! So, I'm thinking that after March, after the release of The Drowning Girl, I'm going to cease this every-goddamn-day blogging thing, this wearisome cataloging of the humdrum events of my humdrum life, and reserve the LJ for news of forthcoming books and of occasional interesting trips, saving untold hours that can be devoted to work, waking up, staring out the window, reading the day's news, et aliae. It's unlikely I'll change my mind.

It's looking now like the "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl will go live until January 3rd, due to web-design issues. We have everything in place, it just has to be assembled. The new front page of my website, that is. The thirty-second trailer is edited and ready to post (thank you, Brian!).

Yesterday, well, not much else to tell. I read a pretty good story by David Barr Kirtley (whom, I admit, I'd never heard of before), and before bed I read Stuart Moore's graphic-novel story loosely based on Thomas Ligotti's "The Last Feast of Harlequin (2007), as illustrated by Colleen Doran (I worked with her on an issue of The Dreaming, but, offhand, I can't recall which one). I napped. I watched a PBS documentary on the AZORIAN Project and the 1974 attempt to raise the sunken Soviet submarine K-129. I played Star Wars: The Old Republic. And there was other stuff.

And now, I go forth to think on bivalves and cephalopods.

Warm Now,
Aunt Beast
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Yesterday was a lot like today, if you only kept your eyes on the sky. Grey.

There's something grim hanging over me this early afternoon. It's familiar, but nothing that's been keeping me company lately. Maybe it's only because tomorrow is Cephalopodmas and Solstice. I need to go to the sea and make an appropriate offering. The weather is so cold and shitty, but I never used to let that stop me before. We're making octopus- and jellyfish-shaped sugar cookies, and I'll make a simple beef stew, beginning with a roux that includes a good stout. Probably not Guinness, though that's what I usually use. Maybe I'll make a huge breakfast on Friday morning. None of this is helping me lose weight.

Yesterday, I painted again. It would be soothing, I suppose. A soothing diversion, were my painting not, by necessity, such a violent act. Then again, maybe I find the violence soothing. Oh, and I have a postcard from Scotland in an antique Salmgundi Whitman's chocolates tin; that is, I just put the postcard in there so I wouldn't lose it. My office is an utter cacophony of paper and manuscript boxes, and it's easy to lose things.

Between now and mid-February, I desperately need a web monkey who'll work for all but free. I can offer inscribed, autographed books as remuneration. Mostly, I need the front page of my website converted from something that features The Red Tree to something that features The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, including the "teaser" trailer, which will later be replaced by the full two-minute version. The pages for The Red Tree would be placed elsewhere on the site. Easy stuff, yeah? But beyond my 1995 html skills. Hell, I'll even throw in a FREE one-year subscription to Sirenia Digest. If you want the job, say so here, in a comment, or email me a greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com. I'm sort of desperate. My publisher is useless on this front.

There was an appointment with my psychiatrist yesterday evening after dark. The appointments are much less unnerving after dark, and she's a very pleasant woman whom I can talk to about almost anything. I'm always surprised at her forbearance.

I'm trying to listen to William Gibson's Neuromancer on audiobook, because it's been years since I read it. But the reader (remaining here nameless) has this annoying Southern accent, and he ends almost every sentence with an odd...how do I describe it? His voice dips and fades at the end of sentences, and, while he's good with Japanese and Russian accents, his attempts at reading female dialogue sounds like Monty Python drag. For dog's sake, just read the goddamn book, and stop trying to dramatize, even minimally. I'm very pleased I have so much control and say-so in the recording of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. I've already made it plain I want not one whit of dramatization. Just a good reader, who will sound like Imp and simply read.

I cannot help but sing Death Cab for Cutie's "Someday You Will Be Loved" as a serial-killer song, always singing "Someday you will be loved" as "Someday you will be mine." Either way, it's a pretty harsh song. A killer or a cad.

Far too much SW:otR last night*. Spooky got the game yesterday, so now we're playing together. I rolled my second Sith inquisitor, and gods, she's adorable. Adorable evil. Like a half Nebari girl-child in Japanese schoolgirl mode, though she's actually human. Yes, I'm playing a bloody human, and liking it. Her name is Varla. Spooky's playing a Zabrak Sith warrior named Aisimetra. I didn't get to bed until 4:30 ayem (you tell yourself it's a bloody vacation, so it's okay to be bad kids), and only slept 6.5 hours.

And now I ought go and do vacating sorts of things. Except, today is a day of errands, preparing for tomorrow and ol' St. Cthulhu.

I want to see The Adventures of Tintin, but it's in blasted, fucking 3D motherfucking EVERYWHERE here, unless you can make an 11 ayem show (noon CaST). Yeah, right. That's gonna happen. Pretty much the same situation with Hugo, and Scorcese ought know better. When the hell is Hollywood going to accept that ticket sales on 3D movies have plummeted to about 20% of box-office revenue, mostly because of the more expensive tickets, and they're only throwing bad money after good (and destroying cinematography in the process)?

In the anti-holiday spirit,
Aunt Beast

* Oh, and no Xmas shit in SW:otR! Clearly, the Baby Jesus never reached either the Republic or the Empire. Woot!
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Skimp on one journal entry, everything piles up. Outside it's very cold. Well, very cold if you're me. 43˚F, and the low tonight will be 22˚F (-5.5 C). This might come out all higgledy piggledy (double dactyl!), but at least it will be a higgledy-piggledy list.

[One-hour pause to install iTunes 10.5.1, which should have been easy, but wasn't.]

1. Yesterday we saw Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Marvelous. If Ritchie's making Holmes purists uncomfortable, more power to him. A Game of Shadows was at least as smart, and funny, and as fine a box of eye candy as Sherlock Holmes (2009). Oh, and lots of deftly inserted (cough, cough) gay innuendo, so booya. Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law, I love you. Great chess, too. Eight tentacles up.

2. Last night, late, I finished with Stephen Jones' A Book of Horrors. All I had left to go was Robert Shearman's very good Machenesque "A Child's Problem," Dennis Etchinson's pleasantly odd and wistful piece "Tell Me I'll See You Again," and Richard Christian Mathenson's somewhat delightfully sadistic "Last Words." The latter might have served as a fitting bit for Sirenia Digest. I don't read much contemporary horror, but A Book of Horrors is a solid volume (plus, you get my piece, "Charcloth, Firesteel and Flint").

3. Thursday evening was cold, windy, and the sky spat rain. That would have been the first day of the vacation, yes? This day is the third. But I sort of did some work during the day, unless I misremember...which is always a possibility. Later, we visited the RISD Art Gallery (and got our nephew, Miles, a very bow-tie book for Solstice), then went out to get supplies (for both Spooky and me) at Jerry's Artarama*, then stopped near Brown and got delicious food from Mama Kim's Korean BBQ for dinner. It was worth huddling under my umbrella for.

4. Yesterday, UPS brought my copy of Star Wars: The Old Republic, and I recreated my Twi'lek Sith inquisitor Herazade and began leveling again. Made it to nine. I really am loving this game. Utterly bow tie, despite my initial predictions and impressions. However, a caveat: Why can game designers not rid us of the ubiquitous MMORPG silly hop? Have they never noted how humanoids jump? Generally, pushing off and up with the ball/toe of one foot, then landing with their opposite/s. Simple anatomy. Hopping up and down with bowed legs looks idiotic, and it's everywhere, except in console games, where a better knowledge of functional anatomy seems to prevail. The standing jump, of course, would be an exception, but, in most situations, standing jumps are rare, and may not serve here as an explanation or excuse.

5. Tonight, we see Brown Bird play at the Met in Pawtucket, and our Honourary Gentleman Caller, [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark, will be joining us for the musical shenanigans. Gonna rock.

6. Since we'd let our Audible.com credits back up, I downloaded three books the other day: first, Harlan reading his own Edgeworks Volume 1 – which is a delight – William Gibson's Neuromancer; and Paolo Bacigalupi The Wind-Up Girl. The last is the only I've not read, but I have great hopes. Of course, I'm not reading here, but listening, which is a distinctly different experience. Since I was a very, very small child I have savoured having stories and novels read to me. Unlike ebooks, audiobooks are bow tie.

7. Right now, plans are that the "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir will go live at 12 ayem EST (1 ayem CaST) on January 1st, New Year's Day. It will appear at that moment on my LiveJournal, as well as YouTube, Vimeo, etc. I will ask people to repost and embed it and link to it and spread it far and wide. I need the front page of my website redesigned for this book, but presently have no options. If anyone is willing to offer their web-fu for a FREE signed and inscribed copy of the book, email me at greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com and we'll work something out.

And that is all! No more words! Vakayshun!

Leisurely,
Aunt Beast

* In The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, Imp works at Jerry's.
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A wonderful morning here in Providence. Only 81F outside, and there's a cool breeze getting in through the open window by my desk. The humidity has dropped from 94% last night to a mere 48%.

As I said last night, I did 1,060 words on Chapter One of the Next New Novel yesterday. Unsure how much I'll get written today, or if I'll manage to get anything written today, as I have dinner with S.T. Joshi and friends at six p.m. I am desperately trying to find the end of Chapter One before Monday (July 26th), when I have to set the book aside and get to work on "The Yellow Alphabet" for Sirenia Digest #56.

Speaking of the digest, I am pleased to announce that it now has its own website, thanks to my new web guru (or web goblin, if you prefer), Karina Melendez. She designed and maintains the Lambda Literary website, and she's also manages the Wizard's Tower Press website. Oh, here's a link to the new Sirenia Digest site, though it's not yet even close to finished. So please don't try to order anything. You will also note that the site is in English and Spanish. Karina's native language is Spanish, and I'm currently working with her on a rather ambitious plan to translate all the back issues. Ultimately, we hope to use the new website to offer each back issue in both languages. Details TBA, and thank you Karina.

More on the Best of volume from Subterranean Press that I announced last night. I have begun trying to compile a preliminary table of contents, and I'm realizing this is going to be quite a bit more difficult than I'd first realized. As in "Argh." Even though I have 200k words to work with, which means a book somewhere in the neighborhood of 800 pages.
I have decided that, for the most part, I'll not be including work from Sirenia Digest, since a lot of those stories are destined to appear in followup volumes to The Ammonite Violin & Others (and, obviously, none of the stories collected in The Ammonite Violin & Others will be included). So, with a few exceptions, we're talking about 1994-2005. But eleven years of publishing is only a little easier to navigate than sixteen years of publishing.

Last night, I finally saw Martin Scorsese's Shutter Island, and wow. It's almost as grand a mindfuck as Inception. A beautifully made and deeply disturbing film. It is haunting in the truest sense of the word. And I think Leonardo DiCaprio is quickly becoming one of my favorite actors. He's come a long, long way from Critters 3 (1991).

And now...I need to try to get some work done.
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Yesterday, I did 1,035 words on "Werewolf Smile," but did not find THE END. This one is determined to go on as long as ever it pleases, despite my own needs. I admit I feel a little lost in it, in the dark folds of this story. Last night, I read the whole thing aloud to Spooky, and she liked it, and it works far better than I thought. I also sent it to [livejournal.com profile] sovay and [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark, for additional opinions. But it has to be finished today. I think I am developing a dread of the final scene.

Also yesterday. I agreed to do two short readings during this weekend's Fledgling Festival here in Providence, which is being held at the Perishable Theater on Empire Street. I'll be reading both Saturday and Sunday nights. Likely, it will be material from either Frog Toes and Tentacles or Tales from the Woeful Platypus. So, those of you who were asking about Providence appearances, well here's your first chance.

Frankly, the next few days are sort of terrifying to contemplate. I have to finish "Werewolf Smile," and then write a new vignette for Sirenia Digest #45. I have to do the readings this weekend, and an interview for Amazon.com. And I have to get Sirenia Digest #45 out to subscribers. Tuesday, I'm not doing anything, if I can still move by then.

Please have a look at the current round of eBay auctions. Thanks.

Tonight, I hope to get in some work on the website, more evidence relating to The Red Tree.

Come on, platypus. We're burning daylight.
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Not a whole lot of material for an entry. A little cooler today, not much, but a little. However, we have astronomical humidity and dew point numbers, so it feels a lot hotter than it is. But at least there's cloud cover and a breeze. Hurricane Bill slouches towards New England (though he's not the source of these clouds).

I got a very exciting reading/signing invitation this morning, though I can't yet say where or when. I'll announce it as soon as I can, though.

Also, there have been some updates to the website. On the front page, there's a downloadable PDF (menu in the lower right-hand corner) of the alternate cover for The Red Tree designed by Christopher Lee Simmons ([livejournal.com profile] scarletboi). Also, you'll find a link to Sirenia Digest (though the FAQ still needs to be updated), and on the "evidence" page, there is now a Plate XXI, for your consideration. More to come.

Spooky's laptop is having issues again, either the video card or the device driver, and right now she's using my ten-year-old iBook for web access. She's taking her machine into the Geek Squad today. This is likely related to the hd failure earlier this month.

Yesterday, I managed to write only 369 words on a piece for Sirenia Digest. I'm calling it "Werewolf Smile," and it's growing out of reading I've been doing pertaining to the Black Dahlia murder. Hopefully, the writing will go much better today. Yesterday was just shy of getting nothing at all written.

Last night, we watched the first half of Torchwood: Children of Earth, and I was not disappointed.
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Summer has finally come to Providence, and with a vengeance. Right now, the temperature inside and Outside are identical, 82F. Well, that's the temperature out in the middle parlour, where Dr. Muñoz is blasting, vainly trying to combat the heat. It's likely warmer here in my office. The lights are off, to make it at least seem cooler. After I finish this, and get dressed, we're fleeing the House for genuine air conditioning.

Nothing was written yesterday. Nothing was written again.

But I was confronted with the curious proposition that the cover of The Red Tree may be off-putting to some men. It's off-putting to me, but for purely artistic reasons, and because it's not appropriate in tone to the novel. But I'm getting off track. The following comments were made on Facebook (I'm withholding the commentators name), and I quote:

The cover for The Red Tree is well done, but it practically commands, “You, male child, don’t buy me.” I’ll bet nearly all of your male readers will buy it online and consider it a “guilty pleasure.”

I was on the plane the other day, reading a book of the same genre. (You could tell from the cover: pretty young woman in black, looking down and away, full moon and glowing gothic hoodoo behind her.) And I could feel how I was making the man to my left (with the competently written spy/cop novel) uncomfortable. The power of marketing...
(ellipses divide two comments)...It's well done for what it is, I should say. I've seen much worse. But, yeah, it's a "paranormal romance" cover. Men aren't supposed to read those. If you buy one at Barnes and Noble, you need to have an it's-for-my-girlfriend/wife/niece excuse ready in case you get a male cashier (or a female who gives you a curious look).

Now, first off, this all seems awfully sexist to me. Or maybe not necessarily sexist, but certainly smacking of male insecurities. But secondly and most importantly, I spent a good deal of the day worrying whether or not it might be true. Has Roc, by marketing this novel with the generic "paranormal romance" cover (it is not, of course, a PR novel), alienated potential male readers? It seems absurd, but then much of human behaviour seems absurd to me. Most, in fact. So, here's the question: Do you think this cover is geared towards a female readership and is off-putting to male readers? Sort of a two-part question, I suppose.

I'm going to discuss this matter with my lit agent when she returns from her summer vacation.

Spooky has begun a new round of eBay auctions.

Also, there's a new bit of "evidence" up on the website, the addition of Plate XX.

Officially too hot to continue. Maybe I'll go sit beneath a cold shower. Maybe I will spend the day dreaming of icy moons, their oceans safe below the rime.
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I'd certainly not planned not to make entries for the past two days. But there's been damned little to report. We were hit with a sort of micro-heatwave, compounded by outrageous humidity. Which pretty much made working in the House impossible. On top of that, I've been in a worse-than-usual funk, which I suspect is the comedown after last week (book release, filming at the Arboretum, hanging out in Boston, signing at Pandemonium, etc.). Add to that stress over book sales. So, I thought it best I stay away from the journal for a bit. Last night, the rains came, blocking our view of the Perseid meteor shower, but driving away the heat and rendering the House livable again.

But, we got out of here yesterday, and drove down to the public library in Peace Dale (1890-1891), one of my favorite libraries in the state. We'd meant to do this on Monday, and my week thus far might have been more productive if we had. But Monday was Victory Day, and Rhode Island is the last state in the Union that still celebrates it, and all the libraries were closed. Anyway, I sat in the Peace Dale public library, in the glorious AC, and for a while I only listened to an audiobook of Jeremy Irons reading Lolita. That seemed to jog my senses back to life, and I made pages of notes for the novel that I have to write next, beginning in September, now that The Red Tree is out in the wide, wide world. I think I may have found a plot, and I have to report it has nothing much to do with vampires. And though the working title is Blood Oranges, it also has nothing much to do with citrus. Later in the day, when I had no more notes to write, I read part of a biography of Walt Disney, which was fairly surreal after Jeremy Irons and Nabokov. The library closed at six, and we headed back to Providence. The rain caught us just as we made it back into the city. There's a fairly random set of photos below, behind the cut. Oh, I also mailed out three copies of The Red Tree yesterday, to various people to whom copies were owed.

There was a moderate seizure on the way to Peace Dale, and I hate when they happen in the car. But I was wearing my seat belt, and have no bruises or chewed mouth parts to show for it.

We've added a little bit of new content to the website (thank you, Chris), including a new video clip on the front page, and a free downloadable wallpaper based on the accumulated "evidence." (thank you, Nicola). Much more new content is on the way. Spooky's still editing the "trailer." And I very much want to encourage readers to submit potential content, whether it's visual art or additional "evidence" and scholarship related to the "red tree" and other phenomena at or near the old Wight Place. Just send it to me at greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com.

I received a marvelous care package yesterday from [livejournal.com profile] txtriffidranch, which included a copy of Cristiano Dal Sasso's Dinosaurs of Italy, which has been on my Amazon wishlist for about two years. Thank you, Paul.

Yesterday I also read a very, very good review of The Red Tree, one I have already called "extra splendid." I love it all the more because it was not written by a professional book reviewer. Increasingly, pro reviews seem to me like one-paragraph book reports. Anyway, you can read the review here. It is marvelously spoiler free, by the way.

Okay, today I must write. I'm three days behind schedule, at this point. Not much more to say, anyway. We've been watching Space: Above and Beyond, and proofreading The Ammonite Violin & Others, and eating things you don't have to cook.

11 July 2009 )
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Blah. Not getting enough sleep. Staying up too late. Right now, I choose to blame Season Two of Dexter, which we're racing through. I love that the superhero subtext I saw right from the start has become overt. And Keith Carradine is just cool.

Anyway, for those of you who do not follow my Twitter or Facebook accounts, where things sort of happen (strangely) in "real time," yesterday's shoot in Boston (for The Red Tree "trailer") was canceled at the last minute for fear of rain. Which meant having to scramble desperately to find a rain date that would work for everyone involved. Turns out, that will be Tuesday. Problem is, yesterday was cool and cloudy (and rainy, alas), while today and tomorrow will be hot and sunny. Oh, and as I noted yesterday on Facebook, I should point out the slightly unsettling numerical coincidences at work here. The last dated "entry" in the novel is on August 4th. Book release came up on August 4th. Now, we'll (hopefully) be shooting the trailer on August 4th. And there are others, but I'll stop there.

By the time we knew that we wouldn't be going to Boston, most of the day was already gone. So, Spooky and I checked to see if the Barnes and Noble in Warwick (which we think is the only one in Rhode Island) had already shelved The Red Tree), even though tomorrow is the release date. They had, of course. And since the box with my comp copies is very late, we drove down to Warwick and actually bought a copy. Yes, I paid cover price, plus tax, for my own book. Well, Spooky did. I was too embarrassed. But at least that's one sold. And I now know that all the corrections and formatting appear to be fixed (the ARCs were a mess). So, that was a huge relief.

I am so bloody tired of obsessing over the Amazon sales rank. But one of the few patterns I can actually discern is that during the hours when I tweet the book or website's URL, sales go up. When I don't it starts to drop. Now, no one knows, when it goes up, if that's one copy or eight hundred, because Amazon keeps that shit secret for fear of...well...whatever. For fear of not pissing me off. But I'm coming to a place very, very soon, where I'm just going to have to stop and let the figures do what the figures do. I'm micromanaging myself to a frazzle. I'm a writer, not a promoter.

Speaking of which, if you're in the Boston/Providence area, and ever want t see me read from The Red Tree, or want a signed copy, you'll likely want to be at the Pandemonium Books signing at 7 p.m. on Thursday evening. That's Pandemonium Books & Games, 4 Pleasant Street, Cambridge, MA 02139. Phone: 617-547-3721. This will very possibly be my only East Coast signing for the book.

And now...there's work I'm not getting done. But I do have a couple of photos:

Numbers and Books )
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Today is mostly going to be a day off, though there are a few work things to which I must attend. We shoot most of the book trailer (for The Red Tree) in Boston on Sunday, and I have to be clear headed for that. So, a brief rest will hopefully help out.

Congratulations to the winner of the Very Special eBay auction. And thanks.

When I opened my Twitter account on June 18th, I set a personal goal of gaining 1,000 followers by July 31st. As of this moment, I have 1,762. And it does seem to have proven itself a useful marketing tool, as well as quite a bit of fun, so I suppose this means that Rachel has now moved beyond the experimental phase.

For those of you following the gradual presentation of evidence at the website, a new piece was added last night. Plate XIX. Might want to check it out.

Sirenia Digest #44 went out to subscribers late last night, after our third trip to the Geek Squad in Warwick (Spooky's laptop now has a shiny new hd). I hope it's meeting with approval, this issue. "January 28, 1926" pretty much counts as another bit of evidence, by the way. Comments always welcome.

I thought a lot yesterday about the proposition of doing a vampire novel. I even have a possible title. The trick would be to manage to write a vampire novel that is at least as good and at least as mature as The Red Tree. Likely, I would draw upon New England vampire lore as a starting point, Mercy Brown and the rest. It would have to stray nowhere near the whole PR template. It would also have to be somewhat original, thus justifying the writing of yet another vampire novel, without relying too heavily on some gimmicky plot device or another. The idea is not merely to offer an alternative to the horde of cheesy PR vampire stories, but to create a novel that has a reason for being that is all its own. So, I'm thinking. I'm going to speak to my agent about this next week.

Last night, Spooky and I finished watching Season One of Dexter. We started when it was new, but stopped for one reason or another. Anyway, we're hooked. I think Michael C. Hall pushes my buttons the same way that Zachary Quinto does. We've not read any of Jeff Lindsay's novels, so my impressions of the show are based entirely on the show itself. Mostly, it brought back a rather lame comment from a ReaderCon panel. The "Is Fiction Inherently Evil" thing. Some guy wanted to know if there wasn't something wrong with portraying a serial killer as a "good guy," and wasn't it an utterly ludicrous and I almost said, "What about Batman?" and "You know we're talking sf and fantasy, right? We're talking about orcs and demons, and you think a serial killer who only kills murderers is too fantastic a premise?" But I was quite and didn't say any of that. Now, having watched Season One, I'm struck by the parallels between Dexter and certain superheros, especially Batman, especially in his original Detective Comics incarnation, and then later on, with Frank Miller's work. Which I find very interesting. Anyway, we'll start watching Season Two tonight, I expect.

But this is a day off, so I should wrap this entry up. Please do order a copy of The Red Tree, if you've not already, or check your local bookshop to see if they've already shelved copies of the novel. Thanks.
greygirlbeast: (The Red Tree)
Merce Cunningham, the choreographer, has died at age 90.

Somewhat balmy day here in Providence. I should have already put my hair up, but I haven't. After this entry, if I can last that long. The sky is a dappled mix of clouds and blue.

Yesterday, I began a piece I'm calling "January 28, 1926," and wrote a very respectable 1,346 words. So, quite a good writing day. Sirenia Digest #44 is quickly coming together. Late last night, Vince sent me a sketch, his plan for the illustration for "Vicaria Draconis," and it's looking great. So, yes, two new vignettes this month, plus a new guest poet who shares my love of cephalopods.

A new page has appeared on the website, under evidence. It showed up on Saturday night, actually, but I decided to wait and see if anyone else noticed it before I said anything. This seemed more prudent. But, to my knowledge, no one has noticed it. Under evidence, read back over Plate XV, then note the links at the bottom of the page. Not the one on the left, nor the one on the right, but the one in the center. And no, that's not the book trailer. And if all these answers are beginning to vex you, be patient. The questions are coming.

Last night I made the mistake of perusing what's called "paranormal romance" on Amazon.com. If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you've already heard my reaction. I seem to live in some sort of self-imposed state of literary asylum. I had no idea there was so much of this crap, or that it sold so well, or that it was so awful. I go to some of the bestsellers, which are, by the way, bestsellers, and cannot read a single sentence aloud without laughing, a reaction I'm fairly certain the authors were not trying to elicit. I'm not talking badly written; I'm not sure this stuff is written, at all. And no, I won't name names. That's poor form. But looking at all this junk, I felt so utterly, oddly defeated. Just seeing how people are lapping up this pablum, I never wanted to write another word (and yet, here I am, babbling away). Several things occurred to me, scanning the pages of Book 15 in a series by some woman who brags about writing three novels a year (on average). One of the thoughts is something that I've been saying for many years, that vampires are no longer monsters, no longer an incarnation of the Other. They have, instead, become primarily a socially acceptable expression of humanity's collective, if latent, necrophilia. Much the same way that zombies are in danger of becoming clowns, vampires are the daemon lover no one really wants to admit is a demon.

And a second thought, I'd be willing to bet you green folding money that a high percentage of the women (and men) who get off on "paranormal romance," who find all this werewolf/vamp/angel/mermaid/fairie/dragon/fluffy-bunny "otherkin" soft core so very titillating are also staunchly anti-GLBT. For example, we could start with a certain Mormon...oh, wait. I said I wouldn't name names. But, you know where I'm headed with this. I'll fuck a dead man (or woman) who drinks blood, this undead serial killer, and I really get off on stories about crime-fighting werewolves doing the nasty with dragons who are actually fairies pretending to be twentysomething human women with anorexia. But, ewwwwwww, men with men? Women with women? Transsexuals? The Bible says that's wrong.

Anyway, damned depressing stuff. [livejournal.com profile] grandmofhelsing observed that "paranormal romance" is "erotic horror" that is neither erotic nor horrific, which seems about right. And I suppose this is one reason that Sirenia Digest doesn't have a million subscribers. I know I'm shooting myself in the foot, sure, but I feel it's my sworn duty to write books and stories and vignettes that would never in a million years appeal to the consumers of "paranormal romance" (I shall not again call them "readers"). There is awe and wonder, terrible beauty and mystery, in the dark places, but you'll never see any of it if you're afraid to turn off the lights.

Only nine days (counting today), until the release of The Red Tree. Have you had another look at Plate 15 yet?

Oh, and the Very Special Auction continues.

And now I must go remember unpleasantries that may have occurred early in 1926, and late in 1919, and write it all down.
greygirlbeast: (The Red Tree)
I think I have a "classical-punk-jazz-car-wreck music" hangover, and I didn't even have any alcohol last night. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's a large enantiornithine lodged in my windpipe. I keep coughing up feathers.

Maybe they're only protofeathers.

But at least I'm not trapped at the human tar pit of the San Diego ComicCon. Thank holy fuck all and Panthelassa for small fucking mercies. Twitter has made the fact of the SDCC very "in your face" this year. My film agent called me from SDCC yesterday afternoon, and I couldn't hear a word he said. So, he's calling back next week.

Yesterday, work that will soon be revealed on the website. More promotional stuff for The Red Tree, and it's actually rather fun, putting these peculiar artifacts and metafictional gewgaws together. Plus, I got to spend half the day reading about werewolves, and the idiots who actually believe they are alive and well in Michigan and Wisconsin. I file that sort with flat-earthers, and the poor fucks who think the moon landings were hoaxed, and creationists, and so forth. But they do make for good copy. With luck, there will be a new page up at The Red Tree site this evening, helping to appease the fearsome hunger of the Tree. Only eleven days remaining until The Red Tree's street date.

Which brings me to the rather special eBay auction I mentioned yesterday. An ARC (advance-reading copy) of the novel, plus the first page of Charles Harvey's manuscript that Sarah Crowe discovers in the old Royal typewriter. Which will appear as a prop in the short film/book trailer. This is one of those ultimate CRK collectibles, I suspect. Certainly one of a kind. So, have a look.

And I should repeat that we now have snazzy T-shirts for the posse:

The Red Tree

The Red Tree t-shirt by Humglum. Check it out at Ziraxia t shirts!



Last night, we braved the torrential downpour that swept across much of New England to see Bird Songs of the Mesozoic with [livejournal.com profile] sovay and [livejournal.com profile] ericmvan. We met for dinner at the Trinity Brew Pub, then walked to AS220 for the show. Oh, we were accosted by some asshole moron of a drunkard on the way, and from now on I do not leave the House without a shotgun and a bloodthirsty Rottweiler. But the show was great. I do wish alcohol got along better with my meds, because I really wanted to drink. But, no. I was good. Oh, and I spotted someone in a Stiff Kitten T-shirt, which was jarring, but cool.

Someone out there needs to petition BPAL to do a series of scents inspired by my books. I can smell the red tree so clearly. Oak moss, patchouli, a faint hint of vanilla, a fainter hint of apple. Something like that, earthy with the suggestion of sweet. Anyway, says the platypus, wrap it up. Meanwhile, Feed the Tree
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I'm pretty sure that a retinue of fairies came while I slept and glued my eyelids shut. After they pummeled my feet with tiny bags filled with tinier pennies.

And, just before I woke, there was that dream, me in a wheelchair, trapped inside a vast, maze-like complex that Jerry Falwell had built to teach creationism, while outside, in the darkness, Godzilla burnt some city to the ground.

And people expect me to be frakking coherent in the morning.

But...I have the solace of my iced coffee. And Pandora Radio. And the comfort that comes with knowing there are no interviews today. Yesterday's turned out to be a telephone interview, which are the worst sort. I knew it was to be by phone, but I'd forgotten.

Speaking of The Red Tree, did I mention the snazzy T-shirts, now available from Ziraxia?

The Red Tree

The Red Tree t-shirt by Humglum. Check it out at Ziraxia t shirts!



Also, we've decided to auction one copy of the ARC (advance-reading copy) of The Red Tree. Only one, mind you. And you won't only be bidding on the ARC. You'll also be bidding on an actual prop from the book trailer, presently listed as Plate XIII on the website. The auction will begin later today. Or maybe tomorrow. I'll let you know when it starts.

Anyway...yesterday. After the fourth interview of the week was done, and various other bits of the busyness of writing had been attended to, Spooky and I fled the House for any part of South County bordering the sea. We ended up in Narragansett. The tourists were bad, but the smell of the sea was good. We had dinner at Iggy's, then drove down to the granite jetty at Harbor of Refuge. And that's when I got stupid and took a pretty bad tumble off a wall of the old fort, down onto a slab of concrete. I misjudged a rock that looked stable, but wasn't. Now, long ago, when I was just starting college, and spending much time in rock quarries with high, precipitous walls, I took a climbing course with a bunch of other geology students. And one of the first things we learned is still ingrained in my mind. It went something like this: The first rule of falling? Never fall. The second rule of falling? Everyone falls, so fall well. The third rule of falling? Having fallen, be sure your not injured before you move. And even though it's been much more than two decades, everything I learned about falling well still kicks in, when I happen to fall. Which is to say, I wasn't injured, just mostly embarrassed. I lay still, fearing I'd broken my ankle, waiting for the shock and superficial pain to pass, so I could tell Spooky I wasn't dead. I opened my eyes, and a damn seagull was soaring directly overhead, laughing at me. Once it became clear I was fine, we walked to a less rocky place, sat on the sand and watched the sun setting over the placid harbor, and the waves breaking over the jetty.

We got home about 9:30 p.m. There are photos:

23 July 2009 )


Okay, platypus says I gotta go. More promo work to do before we meet [livejournal.com profile] sovay and [livejournal.com profile] ericmvan for Birdsongs of the Mesozoic tonight.
greygirlbeast: (The Red Tree)
As of last night, or so I am told, the cache of evidence displayed on the website has grown slightly. Myself, I'd take this whole matter with a grain of salt. A few photographs and pages of typescript, and what does this amount to? Well, I suppose that is the question.

Yesterday, it rained. The temperatures stayed in the 60sF, I think. It felt like March all over again, and so did my mood. Some sun today, and that's a relief.

Another interview yesterday (third in a week), and another today. These things really start to wear on me. I can only talk about myself so much before I begin to feel like an absolute jackass. It's not quite the same as doing the LJ, not quite, though there are times when I'm making an entry here, and, honestly, I want to say, "Hey, Kiernan! Shut it! We've heard enough, okay?" Lines from a Sarah Mclachlan song run through my head. Everybody loves you when you're easy. Everybody hates when you're a bore. I'm not easy. I'm never easy. But, you never, ever turn down an interview. Never. Well, unless it's with The Watchtower or FOXNews or something insane like that. This was drilled into me early in my career by two writers with far more experience than me. I won't name them here. One said, "You have to be an interview whore. Never turn down an interview." So, I have another interview today.

Some day soon, I may go back to just being a writer. Wasn't that sufficient punishment? Personally, I prefer to cloak my autobiographical statements in veils of fiction, in pretty words.

But...I do have an announcement. It looks as if I will only be doing one reading/signing to promote The Red Tree. It will be at Pandemonium Books & Games in Boston. Well, technically, it's in Cambridge. 4 Pleasant Street, Cambridge, Mass. And it will be August 6th. I'll post more details when they've been worked out. If you're anywhere in the Providence/Boston area and want to see me do a raeding from The Red Tree, this may be your only chance. Also, note that the store will have my books for sale, but I'll sign anything you bring (no limit). I'll be making an appearance in NYC in October, but that's to support Ellen Datlow's Lovecraft Unbound anthology.

Oh, and T-shirts are probably a go, but I think we're nixing the sticker idea. Details TBA. Meanwhile, if you want to help promote the novel, there are two things you can do (aside from buying multiple copies of The Red Tree): 1) print out and distribute copies of the flier that you can download at the website. Just click "Feed the Tree." 2) Spread the URL for the website everywhere. Repost it in your own blog, LJ, on Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, any place at all. Write it on a bathroom wall. Every single copy sold is a victory. Thank you. Spread the word. Feed the Tree.

The current round of eBay auctions is almost over. But it's not too late to bid on three of the items.

Last night, we watched the director cut of Zack Snyder's adaptation of Watchmen, and I liked it even more than the theatrical cut (which, you may recall, I loved almost unconditionally). So, that was a bright spot in the grey smudge of yesterday. Well, a grimly bright spot. True, I'd have been happier if we'd seen more of Silhouette, but there you go.

And now it's time to answer questions....
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So, first off, I am announcing that the re-relaunch of the website occurred last night. This is, of course, a preface to the re-re-relaunch that comes along later. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My great thanks to Christopher Simmons ([livejournal.com profile] scarletboi), who was on the phone with us after 1 a.m. last night, getting everything just right. So, yes, it's very much focused on The Red Tree (and if you've not already pre-ordered the novel, today's your chance).

I think summer has finally arrived in Providence. It's actually hot in the house. I think I'm actually sweating.

And for some reason I have been tweeting and whatever it is one does over at Facebook (booking?) about my very small tail this morning, which is evidence, at the very least, that I am not exactly awake.

Today, I begin work on a new vignette for Sirenia Digest #44. When it's done, I stop and, belatedly, get the book trailer done, and then I have to write the second vignette for Sirenia Digest #44. I have only 14 days to get all these things (and various others) done. Then, for my next trick, I shall pull something intelligent from Sarah Palin's mouth.

And speaking of magic, yesterday we saw David Yates' Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. This was one of my favorite books of the series, my last favorite book of the series, and I think Yates more than does it justice. He has corrected many of the odd twitches and unfortunate shortcomings of J.K. Rowling's novel. Yes, there are important things that get skipped over, but gods, this is a 2.5 hour film made from a 652-page novel (that could have been at least 200 pages shorter, by the way). Myself, I find the idea of adapting a novel of that size into a screenplay an utterly terrifying proposition. If I ever adapt a novel for the screen, it will be a short novel. Anyway, the film manages a wonderful sort of majesty, and gives to the characters a dignity that I'm not sure is present in the book. The cinematography and art direction are exquisite, and I was especially impressed with the film's pacing. Despite having such a vast tale to tell, the director takes the time not to rush from plot point to plot point. Some very fine performances, especially from Jim Broadbent, Michael Gambon, Alan Rickman (swoon), Helena Bonham Carter, and Tom Felton. Yes, this film actually manged to make me care about Draco Malfoy. Indeed, one of the most delightful aspects of this film is the way it has managed to imbue the characters with a sort of humanity and depth they have often lacked, both in the novels and in earlier films. It's just splendid, and I strongly recommend it. Seeing Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, I now have some hope that Yates, in the last two films, may discover a fitting ending to this story, which I don't think Rowling managed to do. Sadly, poor Daniel Radcliffe remains as dull as dishwater, but it's a problem inherent in his role. Surely, Harry is one of the least interesting protagonists in the history of fantasy, surrounded by infinitely more interesting and charismatic characters.

Not much else to yesterday, really. Except that I seem to have discovered that the only two novels I want to read (or be read from) these days are House of Leaves and We Have Always Lived in the Castle.

Oh, and the car's acting up, and has to go into the garage today, so we will not be joining [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark for the VNV Nation show in Boston tonight. But I think I do get to join [livejournal.com profile] sovay and [livejournal.com profile] ericmvan for Birdsongs of the Mesozoic on Thursday.

If you've not already, please do have a look at the current eBay auctions, the proceeds of which are going towards production costs for The Red Tree trailer. Thanks.

And I think that's all for now. Hope you find the new website intriguing. I've become obsessed with the analytics thing that Chris set up for me, allowing me to track who is looking at the page and from where and how often and so on and so forth.

Time to make the doughnuts.....
greygirlbeast: (hogwarts)
Wanted to get off a quick entry, because I likely won't have the chance later today. We're up abominably early to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I do this for you, Bellatrix Lestrange.

A wicked long day yesterday. I was still working sometime after 8:30 p.m., when I finally said enough's enough. Well, for one day. Enough is never enough. Nor is too much. Another interview done. More promo talk with my editor and publicist. A lot more work for the re-relaunch of the website.

By the way, "Seventeen," the first video clip, is down, and has been replaced by "Frogs." Have a look.

Also, again, please have a look at the new eBay auctions, proceeds from which will go towards production costs on the book trailer for The Red Tree Thanks.

Okay. I think that's all I'm capable of typing coherently at this time. Ravenclaw forever!
greygirlbeast: (chi 5)
Gagh, I can't wake up today. I think there was just too much work yesterday, too many different sorts of work. We had actually talked about getting out of bed and making the 11:45 a.m. matinée of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, but, well, that didn't happen. We're aiming for tomorrow, instead. And this needs to be short, because the day ahead of me is long and baffling and has many twists and turns, and doesn't even involve actual, you know, writing. The writing will likely resume tomorrow. It pretty much has to, or I'm going to find myself disastrously behind.

Quick recap of yesterday. Well, there was a piece I had to write for my editor, about the writing of The Red Tree, something for the Penguin website. That actually turned out rather well. She was pleased with it. And after that, I had an interview, which also went well, I think. The older I get, the odder interviews seem to me. The questions all begin to bleed together, and I find myself wanting to talk about quasars or stag beetles or plate tectonics or just about anything at all except my books and writing. No, I have no idea why, really. And there was a lot of email yesterday, more than usual, and it looks as though today will be much the same. Actually, I must have written at least 3,000 words yesterday, just none of it fiction. Did I say "Gagh"? Spooky and I both put in a good bit of time getting things ready for the re-relaunch of the website.

Speaking of which, here is a small but, I think, valuable piece of advice to the readers of this blog. If you don't approve of how I've done something —— the website, for example —— there is a couth and appropriate recourse which will allow you to express your opinion. Email me. It's not at all hard to find my email address, but, just in case I'm somehow mistaken on that count, I'll post it here again: greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com. Email me and tell me your thoughts, if you feel the need to do so. I'll read the email. I might even write back. Hell, I might even agree. However, if, instead, you blurt out something in the comments here on the LJ, you will discover that I am far less receptive to your advice. In fact, odds are, I will delete the comment, and if you've been rude enough, I will ban you from commenting in the future. This very scenario actually occurred on Friday morning, as I was trying to get out the door for Readercon, which is why I closed down comments to one particular entry. If the most tactful way you are capable of expressing yourself is to tell me something "sucks," and to tell me publicly, yes, you will be banned.

Now, this sort of thing has only happened a very few times. My ban list on LJ is extremely short. Maybe six or seven people, at most, over five years. I like comments. I like comments a lot, but I don't like rude and unsolicited criticism. Thank you.

A brief aside, for whatever it's worth, a shout out to [livejournal.com profile] ericmvan. You've done a marvelous job with Readercon, and I, for one, completely understand and sympathize with what you're saying about not being able to keep up this pace, needing to scale back for a year while a team is trained to do the job.

Also, I'm reposting the following, as it only made it into yesterday's entry as a postcript: Thanks to Franklin Harris ([livejournal.com profile] grandmofhelsing) for bringing this Readercon write up to my attention ("Some important things/people that I saw/met/learned/heard about at Readercon" at Time.com). I quote: "I didn't talk to Caitlín Kiernan, but I watched her swanning around in a tentacled mask and grey lipstick, and I felt awe. It is so important that cons have freakish people at them." I'm going to take this as a compliment. Did I "swan" around? There is an Old English meaning of the word, "to wander about without purpose, but with an air of superiority." So maybe I did swan around. Bjork and I, we swan. Also, the lipstick was green. Regardless, good to be mentioned, and yes, I am a freak, and I'm pleased the author included the fada in my name.

Which reminds me of something funny that came up at Readercon. Years and years ago, someone actually referred to me as "the Oscar Wilde of fantasy." Yep, they really did. As [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark said this past weekend, now I only have to be considered "the William Gibson of science fiction, or the Stephen King of horror."

And how come I never saw the page devoted to my writing that's up at fantasyliterature.net? It includes one of the best reviews I've ever read of Daughter of Hounds. I haven't yet had time to read their review of Silk. Actually, Spooky read me the review of Daughter of Hounds late last night, after she stumbled upon the page.

And, finally, we're trying to raise just a little cash to help out with the book trailer by beginning another round of eBay auctions. Have a look, and bid if you are able and so disposed. And yes, I'm covering all the expenses of the video production myself. I can't recall if I've said that already or not.

Anyway...off to milk the platypus.

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