"I'd rather be a forest than a street..."
Jul. 19th, 2009 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greygirlbeastWell, I have to say I am in somewhat better sorts this ayem, which isn't hard, given how utterly out of sorts I was this time yesterday. My thanks for all the comments yesterday. In retrospect, I let a certain homophobic and misogynist twidiot (thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niamh_sage for that fine neologism) get much farther under my skin than I ever should have. Yeah, sure, he's a jackass, but I've been through so much worse, and usually I just roll with the punches. In the end, if I defeat the trolls, it will be through poise and grace, not the gnashing of teeth and the brandishing of various incarnations of my anger. I know that. But I'd had a really bad Friday, after having a bad Thursday, and I slipped. And to anyone who disapproved of the way I dressed at Readercon, I say to them, in the words of Oscar Wilde, "One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art." Both, I'd say. All the same, your words helped.
So did getting out of this broiling house. But first there was a brainstorming session, promotional stuff for The Red Tree, and now it's looking like there will be vinyl stickers and T-shirts. Also, weird developments with the book trailer. It's starting to seem more like an extremely short film (maybe five minutes) and less like a trailer, and, also, it may not be released until after the book's street date on August 4th. I am determined it will be a piece of art in its own right, even if it means this delay. To quotereadingthedark, "Finally, having spent too much time in the book biz, I firmly believe that having the best possible trailer on August 20th is five times better than having one out before the book is in stores but that isn't memorable or worth linking to."
Finally, I've decided upon a pre-release contest. Send me snapshots (analog or digital cameras, phone shots, scans of old polaroids, whatever) to greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com, jpg (or jpeg), png, and gif formats preferred. From these I will choose, on August 5th (or thereabouts), the photo I like best. The winner will receive a signed copy of The Red Tree. Now, I do ask that you send me a photo that you took yourself, or one taken by a friend or family member or suchlike that doesn't mind you sending it to me, because they will all be used for a photo-collage on the website, and issues of copyright apply. The deadline is midnight on August 4th. Any and all sorts of trees, living and dead, are welcome.
I think Spooky left the caffeine out of my iced coffee.
So, finally, when I was too sweaty to talk about the book any longer, too hot for planning and scheming, we left the house around 2 p.m., and drove south. Just south. No particular destination in mind. It was so much cooler Outside. We wound up traveling roads with names like Indian Corner Road, Slocum Road, Exeter Road. We stopped to get photos of two especially fine trees, one of which could almost be a dead ringer for that wicked tree off Barbs Hill Road. We also stopped in on Spooky's parents, who've just returned from her brother's wedding in Bozeman, Montana. But her dad wasn't feeling well, and we didn't stay long. They brought us each a Tyrannosaurus T-shirt from the Museum of the Rockies. After we left the farm, we headed on towards Peace Dale. We stopped and walked a while in the little wilderness within Tri-Pond Park, a marvelous stretch of woodland between Asa Pond (to the north), California Jim's Pond (to the southwest), and Rocky Brook Reservoir (to the south). Beneath the trees, it was cool and green and primeval. We also walked along the eastern edge of the resevoir. It's a marvelous pool that must figure in some future story, and, retroactively (who needs linear timestreams?), I think it is one of my models for Ram's Wool Pond in The Red Tree. Lily pads and cattails everywhere, a hundred species of water plant. Canadian geese (Branta canadensis), and Spooky saw a young (first year) Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedorum). I found a turtle nest that some mammal or another had raided, a shallow hole with leathery egg shells all around it.
We continued on south to Wakefield, and spent some time on the little footbridge over the Saugatucket River. There we saw a beautiful Great Egret (Adrea alba), and a snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina) coming up for air. We wanted to continue on to the sea, but knew the tourists would be thick as flies on roadkill, so, instead, we reluctantly headed back to Providence.
Last night, after a cold dinner, we watched a very good film, Koldo Serra's Bosque de sombras (2006), or The Backwoods, with Gary Oldman. Set in 1978, it was surprisingly tense, with the unflinching ending it needed. The faintest hints of Angela Carter, and grand use of Leonard Cohen. It can be streamed from Netflix, so you ought to give it a try.
Okay, the day's slipping past, and I have to finish "Vicaria Draconis" today. Please do have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks. Oh, and here are some photos from yesterday. I almost forgot them:
Two magnificent trees at the edge of a turf farm. View to the east.
The larger of the two, with wind chimes.
Looking out across the cattails at Rocky Brook Reservoir. View to the west.
Rocky Brook Reservoir. View to the west.
An empty caterpillar nest Spooky spotted, Very alien, I think.
Canadian geese on Rocky Brook Reservoir.
Spooky was taken with this mossy rock on the trail in the TRi-Pond woods.
A walkway out across a marshy place, complete with swamp cabbages and pitcher plants.
niamh_sage for that fine neologism) get much farther under my skin than I ever should have. Yeah, sure, he's a jackass, but I've been through so much worse, and usually I just roll with the punches. In the end, if I defeat the trolls, it will be through poise and grace, not the gnashing of teeth and the brandishing of various incarnations of my anger. I know that. But I'd had a really bad Friday, after having a bad Thursday, and I slipped. And to anyone who disapproved of the way I dressed at Readercon, I say to them, in the words of Oscar Wilde, "One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art." Both, I'd say. All the same, your words helped.So did getting out of this broiling house. But first there was a brainstorming session, promotional stuff for The Red Tree, and now it's looking like there will be vinyl stickers and T-shirts. Also, weird developments with the book trailer. It's starting to seem more like an extremely short film (maybe five minutes) and less like a trailer, and, also, it may not be released until after the book's street date on August 4th. I am determined it will be a piece of art in its own right, even if it means this delay. To quote
readingthedark, "Finally, having spent too much time in the book biz, I firmly believe that having the best possible trailer on August 20th is five times better than having one out before the book is in stores but that isn't memorable or worth linking to."Finally, I've decided upon a pre-release contest. Send me snapshots (analog or digital cameras, phone shots, scans of old polaroids, whatever) to greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com, jpg (or jpeg), png, and gif formats preferred. From these I will choose, on August 5th (or thereabouts), the photo I like best. The winner will receive a signed copy of The Red Tree. Now, I do ask that you send me a photo that you took yourself, or one taken by a friend or family member or suchlike that doesn't mind you sending it to me, because they will all be used for a photo-collage on the website, and issues of copyright apply. The deadline is midnight on August 4th. Any and all sorts of trees, living and dead, are welcome.
I think Spooky left the caffeine out of my iced coffee.
So, finally, when I was too sweaty to talk about the book any longer, too hot for planning and scheming, we left the house around 2 p.m., and drove south. Just south. No particular destination in mind. It was so much cooler Outside. We wound up traveling roads with names like Indian Corner Road, Slocum Road, Exeter Road. We stopped to get photos of two especially fine trees, one of which could almost be a dead ringer for that wicked tree off Barbs Hill Road. We also stopped in on Spooky's parents, who've just returned from her brother's wedding in Bozeman, Montana. But her dad wasn't feeling well, and we didn't stay long. They brought us each a Tyrannosaurus T-shirt from the Museum of the Rockies. After we left the farm, we headed on towards Peace Dale. We stopped and walked a while in the little wilderness within Tri-Pond Park, a marvelous stretch of woodland between Asa Pond (to the north), California Jim's Pond (to the southwest), and Rocky Brook Reservoir (to the south). Beneath the trees, it was cool and green and primeval. We also walked along the eastern edge of the resevoir. It's a marvelous pool that must figure in some future story, and, retroactively (who needs linear timestreams?), I think it is one of my models for Ram's Wool Pond in The Red Tree. Lily pads and cattails everywhere, a hundred species of water plant. Canadian geese (Branta canadensis), and Spooky saw a young (first year) Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedorum). I found a turtle nest that some mammal or another had raided, a shallow hole with leathery egg shells all around it.
We continued on south to Wakefield, and spent some time on the little footbridge over the Saugatucket River. There we saw a beautiful Great Egret (Adrea alba), and a snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina) coming up for air. We wanted to continue on to the sea, but knew the tourists would be thick as flies on roadkill, so, instead, we reluctantly headed back to Providence.
Last night, after a cold dinner, we watched a very good film, Koldo Serra's Bosque de sombras (2006), or The Backwoods, with Gary Oldman. Set in 1978, it was surprisingly tense, with the unflinching ending it needed. The faintest hints of Angela Carter, and grand use of Leonard Cohen. It can be streamed from Netflix, so you ought to give it a try.
Okay, the day's slipping past, and I have to finish "Vicaria Draconis" today. Please do have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks. Oh, and here are some photos from yesterday. I almost forgot them:
Two magnificent trees at the edge of a turf farm. View to the east.
The larger of the two, with wind chimes.
Looking out across the cattails at Rocky Brook Reservoir. View to the west.
Rocky Brook Reservoir. View to the west.
An empty caterpillar nest Spooky spotted, Very alien, I think.
Canadian geese on Rocky Brook Reservoir.
Spooky was taken with this mossy rock on the trail in the TRi-Pond woods.
A walkway out across a marshy place, complete with swamp cabbages and pitcher plants.
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Date: 2009-07-19 05:22 pm (UTC)Slowly but surely, I will amass a collection of T-shirts composed solely of bands or books . . .
It's starting to seem more like an extremely short film (maybe five minutes) and less like a trailer, and, also, it may not be released until after the book's street date on August 4th.
I think that's legitimate. It will certainly make it easier to see the trailer and promptly acquire a copy of the book, as opposed to waiting for it and perhaps getting distracted in the process.
Those are wonderful trees.
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Date: 2009-07-19 05:26 pm (UTC)Slowly but surely, I will amass a collection of T-shirts composed solely of bands or books . . .
And all shall love you, and despair! Oh, wait...sorry. I slept to The Fellowship of the Rings last night.
I think that's legitimate. It will certainly make it easier to see the trailer and promptly acquire a copy of the book, as opposed to waiting for it and perhaps getting distracted in the process.
I think this is called thinking outside the box. I think.
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Date: 2009-07-19 07:28 pm (UTC)*snerk*
I think this is called thinking outside the box. I think.
Who needs a box in the first place?
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Date: 2009-07-19 07:33 pm (UTC)Box turtles? Box jellies?
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Date: 2009-07-20 05:32 am (UTC)I like the slogan think outside the box jelly. It would have to be illustating a Portuguese Man o' War, or something.
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Date: 2009-07-19 05:40 pm (UTC)That photo of the walkway is pleasantly spooky, too.
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Date: 2009-07-19 05:42 pm (UTC)That photo of the walkway is pleasantly spooky, too.
I love not knowing what's below my feet.
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:36 pm (UTC)"(Nature not available in Atlanta, GA.)"
More signs (as if you needed more) that your and
I love not knowing what's below my feet.
Ever have flying dreams, then? That's where my mind goes when hearing a sentence like that.
Besides, to get back down to Earth, knowing what's below your feet might be a busman's-holiday kind of thing for you: turns out something's here that's worth digging!
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:43 pm (UTC)Ever have flying dreams, then? That's where my mind goes when hearing a sentence like that.
I do. Though not as often as when I was younger.
Besides, to get back down to Earth, knowing what's below your feet might be a busman's-holiday kind of thing for you: turns out something's here that's worth digging!
Good point.
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Date: 2009-07-19 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-19 06:08 pm (UTC)Should've commented about the puke from Readercon yesterday, but just didn't feel like it.
Feh. No problem. He's already gotten too much attention (though, hopefully, he's unaware we know he even exists).
Jeepers!
Date: 2009-07-19 07:40 pm (UTC)I know that "costumes" are frowned upon at Readercon, but imaginative regalia should not be! Arghity. I at least tried to wear distinctive T-shirts and a Space Ranger button, although I got a few cool looks for that. . . .
I think that next year there should be a fashion revolt, especially since the theme is essentially "Up With People!"
Re: Jeepers!
Date: 2009-07-19 07:54 pm (UTC)Waitaminute, people are giving you crap about how dressed at Readercon?
Only one guy, that I'm aware of.
I know that "costumes" are frowned upon at Readercon, but imaginative regalia should not be!
I will note, I was not wearing costumes. The individual who seemed so annoyed assumed I was wearing a costume, but those are just clothes to me. Formal clothes, admittedly. I'm just not comfortable doing early 21st-century casual in public. And the masks served a very practical purpose that I needed them to serve, while simultaneously giving people something nice to look at in a sea of khaki shorts and T-shirts.
Re: Jeepers!
Date: 2009-07-19 08:00 pm (UTC)I would have thanked you during the con, but I am horribly shy about just walking up to people and saying howdy. But your garb was certainly appreciated.
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Date: 2009-07-19 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-19 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-19 11:09 pm (UTC)The caterpillar nest reminds me of the saying: Nature has no straight lines.
Yep.
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:39 pm (UTC)On another note. I was cleaning out a bookcase and found a 1997 copy (#8) of the Urbanite. Featured writer, Caitlin R. Kiernan. story..The Last Child of Lir.
Whee
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:41 pm (UTC)I just can't conceive of how someone as intelligent as you can be put off by one person idiotic enough to object to your garb.
We all have soft spots, regardless. I have tried to form thick callouses, but events do occur.
On another note. I was cleaning out a bookcase and found a 1997 copy (#8) of the Urbanite. Featured writer, Caitlin R. Kiernan. story..The Last Child of Lir.
Long, long ago....