"Thinking goatish thoughts, dreaming goatish dreams..."

[greygirlbeast]

A cold, clear day here in Providence. The trees are quickly shedding their fall colors. Winter will be coming on, soon. Back in Atlanta, we'd be freezing, and I'd be bitching about the cryosphere in my office. Here in Rhode Island, ironically, we're quite toasty. And, before I forget, happy birthday to Neil, who turns -08 today, and also to Spooky's sister, Steph, in faraway Brooklyn.

I've begun a second LiveJournal account, as of yesterday. It's purpose is to serve as a more stable and accessible archive for the entries from my old Blogger journal, which was begun in November 2001, just before I started writing Low Red Moon (and which I'd originally intended to end when the book was done). As such, it bears the rather unimaginative title crk_blog_vault. Each day, I'll be reposting one to three entries from the old Blogger account, with the original date and time for the entries included as the subject line. Hence, the first entry is "November 24, 2001 (12:40 a.m.)." Anyway, have a look if you're interested. "Low Red Moon Journal" has been orphaned since December 2006, but mostly I'm interested in mirroring those hundreds of entries that were made before I began this LJ in April 2004. I've shut off the comments feature for the new journal, and I'm still fiddling about with the look of the thing.

Yesterday, I did 1,453 words on "The Colliers' Venus (1893)," previously titled "The Automatic Mastodon (1893)." The automatic mastodon still makes a cameo appearance in the story, but I realized yesterday it's not the centerpiece. So, a very good writing day.

And a lot of work besides the new short story. After the writing, while Spooky made a quick trip to the market to get dinner, I went through the ARC for A is for Alien, for the very last time before it goes to press, and found only four problems. I'll send the corrections to Bill at Subterranean Press as soon as I finish this entry. After dinner, Spooky and I began reading through The Red Tree, and managed all of the Preface and Chapter One. Lots of corrections. I think we finished with that just after 10 p.m. Oh, and this weekend Sonya (sovay) and Spooky dad, Richard, both read the ms. And they both loved it, and are helping with the proofreading. Hearing it aloud last night, I remembered again just how much this one means to me. Oh, and I think I'll repost the cover, for anyone who might have missed it on Saturday:







Also, we received the images for the artist interview for Sirenia Digest #36, the interview originally scheduled for #35. My thanks to both Heather Eve and Geoffrey (readingthedark). So, yes, a very busy day yesterday (but it made up for Saturday, which was a bit of a washout). And I fear that it's going to be this busy all the way to December.

I played a couple hours' worth of WoW last night. Back to Shaharrazad, my blood-elf warlock, after three nights playing Mithwen, my night-elf fighter. I fear Shah is much closer to my heart, but I've probably said that already. Spooky ("Suraa") and I did some questing in Hillsbrad and the Alterac Mountains north of Tallin Mills, then slaughtered trolls in the Arathi Highlands, just because. And after WoW, we watched an episode of Firefly (the marvelous "Objects in Space") because I was exhausted and needed "comfort food" before bed.

I'm doing some concerted magickal work for the first time since October, mostly protective spells and wards and such. Getting a little Enochian. Crowley meets Wicca meets the Greek pantheon. Something like that. Nothing I want to go into detail about, just making the walls a little stronger, you might say. Anyway, now the platypus and the coffee are waiting for me. The day lies ahead.

Comments

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Hubbard was OTO, knew Jack Parsons intimately (most likely in all definitions), and referred to Crowley as a "good friend" for many years after they'd met.

Well, there you go. I am now informed.

As it has become more and more mainstream, and stores have a shelf or two actually labelled "Wicca," some the teachers who most cling to the idea that the Craft has been passed down for centuries without any gaps or silly made up stuff are so "white lit" that they want nothing to do with forcing people to have sex with goats.

I feel like Wiccans have, sadly, become as blind to the origins of their beliefs as, say, Right-Wing Xtians. For my part, I recognize Wicca as something formulated by Gardner, in part from pre-existing traditions, including the Golden Dawn, Freemasonry, Charles Godfrey Leland, and, of course, Crowley. It is most emphatically not some pure and ancient goddess religion passed down across the millennia and rediscovered by Gardner. Old Murray can bite my butt, as can the white lighters/fluffy bunnies who'd rather not let history interfere with their wishful thinking.

Sorry...that was a tirade.

The only belief structure I actually subscribe to is called The Immaculate Order of the Falling Sky,

Ah, the faithful...

[kiaduran.livejournal.com]

Old Murray can bite my butt, as can the white lighters/fluffy bunnies who'd rather not let history interfere with their wishful thinking.

Don't you mean herstory?

*quickly running away*

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Don't you mean herstory?

Where's my riding crop!?