Caitlín R. Kiernan (
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Mabon 2010
Yesterday imploded. Or exploded. Doesn't really matter, because when the colloid of airborne solid and liquid particulates and gases had cleared, well, there was little left of the day to salvage. Nothing was written. Which makes yesterday a Lost Day. With only eight days remaining until we leave for the HPLFF, there's no time for days like that.
I forgot to mention that, night before last, I heard a coyote very near the house. I heard it several times, an oddly eerie sound. I'm still trying to get used to the idea of urban coyotes.
Today is Mabon.
The brightest spot to yesterday, the most silver lining (there were few of either) was the arrival of my author's copies of Haunted Legends, edited by Ellen Datlow and Nick Mamatas. It contains my story "As Red As Red," which I wrote in March and April of 2009. The anthology was released simultaneously in three formats: trade paperback, hardback, and a Kindle edition (though how anyone can read anything on a Kindle is beyond me*). This is a story I'm very happy with— sort of a footnote to The Red Tree —and I hope you'll pick up the collection, which includes a bevy of fine authors.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. They end today and tonight. Still no bid on The Wrong Things (2001), my collaborative collection with
docbrite. These have become very rare, and I have only a handful of copies.
The rumours are true. The 2010 H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival is the last HPLFF, at least for the foreseeable future, as the director, Andrew Migliore, is retiring. You can't blame him; he's been doing this for fifteen years. Aaron Vanek has started a satellite festival in LA, so there will be that. So, yeah. Alas. The end is, indeed, nigh.
Last night, I watched the moon and Jupiter again.
To try to scrape something good from yesterday, late in the afternoon we drove to Warwick and got the new Swans CD, My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky, at Newbury Comics. This is the Swans minus Jarboe, but still. And we went to the market. And coming back home the sun was starting to set, and the clouds were on fire, and I wished I'd brought the camera.
The day ended when I took a Seroquel, that tiny reddish drab of numb, and fell asleep watching Avatar. It's becoming one of my comfort films, because it's beautiful, and it's heart is always in the right place— even when it stumbles —and in the end the humans lose and have to go back to their dying world. A bedtime story for panenatheists (I think I just made that word up).
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The whole money thing is wearing me ragged again. Of course, at this point, I imagine it's wearing almost everyone ragged. The lifeboat is overcrowded, and we have the teabaggers wanting to punch a hole in the hull. Day before yesterday, I found this animated map— "The Decline: The Geography of a Recession" —based on data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (and other local unemployment statistics). It chronicles unemployment in the US from January 2007 (4.6%) to June 2010 (9.7%). It's sort of horrifying.
Anyway, yeah. I've reached the point where I'm considering asking my agent if she can get me another novelization deal. Frankly, I'd rather eat dog shit than go through that special hell again, but the money was good. Of course, there's no guarantee the money would be good again, and it would derail my actual, for-real, trying-not-to-suck writing.
Now, I need to make an end to this entry, then go find THE END to "John Four."
* Nothing personal, Kindle. I hate all "eReaders" and "ebooks" equally on principle.
I forgot to mention that, night before last, I heard a coyote very near the house. I heard it several times, an oddly eerie sound. I'm still trying to get used to the idea of urban coyotes.
Today is Mabon.
The brightest spot to yesterday, the most silver lining (there were few of either) was the arrival of my author's copies of Haunted Legends, edited by Ellen Datlow and Nick Mamatas. It contains my story "As Red As Red," which I wrote in March and April of 2009. The anthology was released simultaneously in three formats: trade paperback, hardback, and a Kindle edition (though how anyone can read anything on a Kindle is beyond me*). This is a story I'm very happy with— sort of a footnote to The Red Tree —and I hope you'll pick up the collection, which includes a bevy of fine authors.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. They end today and tonight. Still no bid on The Wrong Things (2001), my collaborative collection with
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The rumours are true. The 2010 H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival is the last HPLFF, at least for the foreseeable future, as the director, Andrew Migliore, is retiring. You can't blame him; he's been doing this for fifteen years. Aaron Vanek has started a satellite festival in LA, so there will be that. So, yeah. Alas. The end is, indeed, nigh.
Last night, I watched the moon and Jupiter again.
To try to scrape something good from yesterday, late in the afternoon we drove to Warwick and got the new Swans CD, My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky, at Newbury Comics. This is the Swans minus Jarboe, but still. And we went to the market. And coming back home the sun was starting to set, and the clouds were on fire, and I wished I'd brought the camera.
The day ended when I took a Seroquel, that tiny reddish drab of numb, and fell asleep watching Avatar. It's becoming one of my comfort films, because it's beautiful, and it's heart is always in the right place— even when it stumbles —and in the end the humans lose and have to go back to their dying world. A bedtime story for panenatheists (I think I just made that word up).
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The whole money thing is wearing me ragged again. Of course, at this point, I imagine it's wearing almost everyone ragged. The lifeboat is overcrowded, and we have the teabaggers wanting to punch a hole in the hull. Day before yesterday, I found this animated map— "The Decline: The Geography of a Recession" —based on data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (and other local unemployment statistics). It chronicles unemployment in the US from January 2007 (4.6%) to June 2010 (9.7%). It's sort of horrifying.
Anyway, yeah. I've reached the point where I'm considering asking my agent if she can get me another novelization deal. Frankly, I'd rather eat dog shit than go through that special hell again, but the money was good. Of course, there's no guarantee the money would be good again, and it would derail my actual, for-real, trying-not-to-suck writing.
Now, I need to make an end to this entry, then go find THE END to "John Four."
* Nothing personal, Kindle. I hate all "eReaders" and "ebooks" equally on principle.
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the words that are hyphenated for line breaks are still hyphenated even though they're in the middle of the line.
Reading that actually caused me physical pain.
And what the hell is a "nook" (aside from a cranny, or niche)?
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Thank you, and likewise.
Though, I think we have peculiars, not familiars (thank you, Liz...no, another Liz).
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We in Portland will do what we can to treat you and Spooky gently during your visit. I want it to go really well for you.
Thank you.
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I just want to go to Voodoo Doughnuts.
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And as a former Coffee People addict. I'm going to require a Black Tiger Mocha from Jim & Patty's.
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I just ordered it.
Thank you!
And I love the icon.
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Wrong Things looks gorgeous, I love the cover.
Yep. It's the book that got Rick Kirk nominated for the International Horror Guild Award.
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Lift a pint over the remains of Good Sir John Barleycorn today for tomorrow we eat his winter's ration.
So mote it be.
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I love it!
Someday I will have to see Avatar... We have been sadly deficient in our movie diet over the last couple of years.
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It seems to fill a void.
Someday I will have to see Avatar... We have been sadly deficient in our movie diet over the last couple of years.
It's not for everyone, but it's for me.
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I have to say that I am intrigued by the possibilities of e-books, although I don't actually own a dedicated eReader myself. The electronic format should allow for more dynamic content than just text; if they don't now, they'll have to in the future, to compete with devices like the iPad.
For example: Earlier this year, I collaborated with my friend Monica Valentinelli to produce The Queen of Crows (http://horror.drivethrustuff.com/product_info.php?products_id=79168), an electronic short story posted for sale over at DriveThruHorror.com. The PDF is only about 40 pages, but it includes the story, an essay on the origin of the story idea, an artist's portrait of one of the main characters, a portion of the original (discarded) draft, and some other minor bits you normally wouldn't find published along with a short story. And yes, actual typesetting. (Although to be fair, it's designed for PDF readers, not device-specific formats that the Kindle or Nook might require.)
Granted, additional media is not everyone's cup of tea. The reviews have been pretty positive, so far, though, and it has been pretty consistently in DTH's top 15 since we released it in March. We've been watching to see whether this kind of project catches on with other writers as the reviews come in.
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Of course, this is nothing that couldn't have been done with conventional printing. It's not so much any new sort of media (say video and music) as it is additional media of the sort you'd normally find in a book (I've had print chapbooks that essentially did this same thing).
Granted, additional media is not everyone's cup of tea.
Again, unless I'm missing something, this example doesn't actually constitute additional media; only electronic versions of what could have been printed.
I'd be much more interested in seeing books that, if we must have eReaders, actually bring in non-print media.
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i feel like e-readers have no souls.
I'm wondering, "Do eReaders dream of electric librarians?"
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Very strangely, no, our paths never intersected, though they must have crossed repeatedly, as we ran in many of the same circles and had many acquaintances in common.
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Completely agree!
Also, my husband and I own an ambient record label, and there's always a lot of talk in our forum about the future of music. Albums were like books in the way that everything which went into them was very personal to the artist and filled with creative expression- not just the music itself, but the cover art, liner notes, dedications, printed lyrics, etc. When CDs came along, much of that went away, (although there are still a lot of people who try to add the same personal touches and sense of "getting something special" that records used to do.) Now, though, we have download-able music. No cover, no case, nothing to read or hold in your hand. So many people are doing this now, my husband and I are actually working to set up a new online store with a download option for all our albums, (got to move into the future if we want to stay in business, I guess.) We'll continue selling CDs for as long as we can, though- there are still a few old-school people like us out there who want a physical product they can hold, look at and keep on a shelf with the rest of their music collection.
~L
Oh, and P.S. I also want to mention that the pirating of download music is HORRIBLE now, as I'm sure it is with download-able "books." Our sales have dropped tremendously in the past few years, and at any given moment I can find a number of illegal sites with many of my label's albums posted for free, high-quality download. Grrrrr... >:-(
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When CDs came along, much of that went away, (although there are still a lot of people who try to add the same personal touches and sense of "getting something special" that records used to do.) Now, though, we have download-able music. No cover, no case, nothing to read or hold in your hand.
I begin to think we're moving into some sort of the Age of the Post-Tangible. It doesn't seem to bother most people that books and "albums" are becoming binary files (or whatever). It baffles me.
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While I've adapted and actually quite like using my iPad to read, I look forward to the beautiful hardbound books that will evolve to satisfy bibliophiles buying physical artifacts in the digital age, like the beautiful boxed vinyl sets and photo books that musicians like Amanda Palmer have created for music aficionados.
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One plus of eBooks is that for those with failing eyes, there's an infinitely larger selection of "large type" books, simply because you can set your font size.
Being close to fucking blind myself, I will grudgingly admit that's a plus.
While I've adapted and actually quite like using my iPad to read, I look forward to the beautiful hardbound books that will evolve to satisfy bibliophiles buying physical artifacts in the digital age, like the beautiful boxed vinyl sets and photo books that musicians like Amanda Palmer have created for music aficionados.
Well, yeah. But the economics are dicey, and will likely get dicier.
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On a sort of but not really related note, I miss my typewriter...
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I was so happy last year when we found a 1941 Royal (the typewriter I grew up writing on) in excellent condition for a mere $75.
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I always prefer a physical book...so satisfying! Sadly (gladly?), every nook in my house is filled with books, and I'm out of space. So, now I have a Nook eReader with unlimited space, and the problem's solved.
I can't help but feel the solution is illusory. The digital files offer nothing like the permanence of print, or the security of owning the actual book (how many times now has Amazon yanked files from readers Kindles with no warning?). And then there's still the aesthetic question.
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We have actual coyotes in Providence.
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It's just down the road in Portland, I have no *good* excuse not to go... I just can't face it, is all. I hope you all have a blast, though :) Even if their idea of 'Cthulhian cocktails' doesn't include seaweed and octopus garnishes.
(Take a novelization gig if there's one on offer, I say!, says the non-author.)
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a) understand that Celts settled America first and are the *real* natives, "Red Indians" [sic] are just lazy immigrants,
Gods, I do wish that were a joke.
It's just down the road in Portland, I have no *good* excuse not to go... I just can't face it, is all.
No problem. It'll happen some other time.
Take a novelization gig if there's one on offer
Presently, there isn't.
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HPLFF in LA
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This just made me have that much more fondness for you. I toast a hearty concurrence in your direction.
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I'd say something pithy, like "I live to please."
Only I don't.
I'm stealing you icon, by the way.
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Oh and I've come to love the sound of coyotes.
It's not an unpleasant sound. But it's one I associate with an earlier part of my life, when I lived in Colorado and was doing field work in South Alabama.
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Tonight during dinner with friends, they bitched how the Kindle price increased on certain books. These are people who buy hardbacks when they first arrive. I hope they return to buying the real thing.
Sorry, they think your work is too “creepy”. I tried.
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Jarboe, ahh, years ago I had the pleasure to interview her on Halloween. I fell in lovelust with that stately swamp spider.
Another person I constantly crossed paths with, but never met. For example, she briefly performed with members of The Changelings, who were friends of mine (sadly, the band broke up).
Sorry, they think your work is too “creepy”. I tried.
Ah, whatever. Fuck 'em if they can't take the creepy.