"This hope is more than bricks and mortar."

[greygirlbeast]

Um...yeah. Yesterday is an absolute and utter blur. And it probably would be even if I hadn't slept like ass last night. I have no idea why I slept like ass. I actually got to sleep about 3:30 a.m., and slept for an hour. Then I woke and was awake until sometime after five, when I finally got back to sleep. But from there on, sleep was a fitful fever dream. The dreams were like fireworks going off behind my eyes (a purple analogy, but apt). And now I feel, well, the opposite of good, the opposite of rested.

As for yesterday, that brings me back to the absolute and utter blur. It began with me writing a short piece on H.P. Lovecraft for a Suvudu article by Matt Staggs, and then there was the blog entry, and then I had to get my bio and photo off to the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival, which I should have done days and days ago. For them what missed the news earlier, I will be Guest of Honor at this year's HPLFF and CthulhuCon in Portland Oregon (October 1-3). Anyway, then I had to answer email, and after that, about two p.m., I got back to work on "The Yellow Alphabet" for Sirenia Digest 57. I wrote 1,184 words, and did Q-S (S is for Shibari was especially challenging). And after that I had to finish proofing the galley pages of "The Bone's Prayer," which is being reprinted in The Year's Best Dark Fantasy and Horror (edited by Paula Guran). And...then I stopped for the day.

After a power nap, and dinner (leftover chili), and a bath, I went back to Insilico, and began what would prove to be about six straight hours of roleplay. In which...crazy cyberpunk shit happened. Lots of crazy cyberpunk shit. I'm at one of those zenith points in rp. They happen every now and then. The world of the sim begins to feel more real than the real world. The face of the avatar becomes more substantial and immediate than my own face. It ought to be disturbing, I suppose, but it isn't. Oh, and after rp, another episode from Season 4 of Dexter.

And that was yesterday. Oh, and the auctions ended, and Study 1 for Yellow went for a truly respectable sum. My thanks to everyone who bid; this round helped greatly with the unexpected vet bills and such. Spooky will be getting another round of auctions started very soon.

There's a long entry about my science fiction, and why it's not as popular as my dark fantasy, but I don't have the time or the energy for it just now. Later. Now, I do T-V.

Comments

[gargirl.livejournal.com]

Wow, wish I could make it out to the H.P. Lovecraft film festival, that sounds like a good time. I hope you have fun and it doesn't prove to be draining for you.

I'm glad the painting did well. I really liked it and was sorry I could not bid on it.

[blackestdarkness]

The world of the sim begins to feel more real than the real world. The face of the avatar becomes more substantial and immediate than my own face.

Of my friends who devote much time to Second Life these statements seem to be the norm, though some are afraid to acknowledge. I've been there myself.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Of my friends who devote much time to Second Life these statements seem to be the norm, though some are afraid to acknowledge. I've been there myself.

It's a disconcerting feeling, especially since I refuse to socialize "out of character," so all my time is spent in character.

I Love Your Science Fiction

[uulemnts.livejournal.com]

I love most of your writing, but your Science Fiction stands out because of how focused and detail specific it is. All of your writing is steeped in strong imagery. I think, though, your science fiction has a stronger feeling of isolation. Maybe that's why some might not like it as much. But as my subject line states, I love your Science Fiction.