Caitlín R. Kiernan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greygirlbeast) wrote2009-03-02 12:05 pm
greygirlbeast) wrote2009-03-02 12:05 pm
"I run off where the drifts get deeper."
Yesterday, I wrote 1,020 words and finished "The Bone's Prayer," which came in at a total of 6,388 words. The story is much less a "mythos" tale than I'd thought it would be, and I'm glad of that. I'm always more comfortable with my Lovecraftian-influenced fiction when it's not out-and-out Yog-Sothothery. So, I will spend today laying out Sirenia Digest #39, which should go out to subscribers this evening.
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.
Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.
Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
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Ambrose Bierce's Swearengen's Dictionary.
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Ambrose Bierce's Swearengen's Dictionary.
Indeed.