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greygirlbeast) wrote2010-11-08 12:21 pm
greygirlbeast) wrote2010-11-08 12:21 pm
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Having Coffee & Noodles with Ithaqua
A vile morning here in Providence, after a vile, wild night. Hard rain and wind last night, with waves out at Beavertail as high as ten feet. Spooky says there were surfers out there after dark, which boggles my mind. About 2:30 a.m. last night (1:30 a.m. EST), the rain turned to fairly heavy snow, and the wind grew even worse. But everything was wet, and the snow didn't stick. This morning, the wind is a banshee, and the rain's still with us. I hear Maine took a beating.
Hemingway said to write about the weather.
I am now once again on Caitlín Standard Time, as I refuse to "fall back." Which makes me one hour early for everything.
Hardly any sleep again last night, and it must be a testament to the power of my insomnia that I make reference to an August Derleth story in the subject line of this entry. After sleeping only five hours night before last, last night I managed only four. I'm getting sickly again, from the work and the stress and, most especially, from the insomnia, so I suppose it's time to talk to my doctor, tweak the meds, take Vitamin D. Rumor has it today is a day off, though I doubt I'll notice.
But, there's good news. Yesterday, I wrote an astounding (for me) 2,769 words and found the place where Chapter One of The Drowning Girl ends. That wasn't quite my personal best for a single day (2,800+, I'd have to look it up), but it's damned close. And it was a relief, after only managing 259 words on Saturday. Unfortunately, now I have to set the novel aside and write a short story that has a December 1st deadline, and then do Sirenia Digest #60. But, if I'm correct about my various deadlines, I'll be able to spend almost all of December and January on the book. I'm guessing this novel will come in between 80,000 and 100,000 words, at about 10,000 words a chapter...pretty much the same as The Red Tree. So, I hope that by the end of January I'll have the first five or six chapters written.
I've not left the House now since the 30th, which makes...what? Today will be Day #9 of the Captivity. And it's far too nasty to go out today. Time feels weirder and weirder. Not sleeping, not going out, playing too much WoW and CoX, reading and reading and working and working. Not sleeping. Pills and eyestrain and dehydration and cold feet. It's all deranged, as Mr. Bowie said.
No, this is not a Happy Post.
Saturday night I began the next painting, Black Ships Ate the Sky, which is presently a furious, livid thing. This is the first largish canvas I've done in forever, 18"x24".
Spooky had to go out yesterday for more Napthol Crimson.
I think the wind means to flay the paint off the House.
Hemingway said to write about the weather.
I am now once again on Caitlín Standard Time, as I refuse to "fall back." Which makes me one hour early for everything.
Hardly any sleep again last night, and it must be a testament to the power of my insomnia that I make reference to an August Derleth story in the subject line of this entry. After sleeping only five hours night before last, last night I managed only four. I'm getting sickly again, from the work and the stress and, most especially, from the insomnia, so I suppose it's time to talk to my doctor, tweak the meds, take Vitamin D. Rumor has it today is a day off, though I doubt I'll notice.
But, there's good news. Yesterday, I wrote an astounding (for me) 2,769 words and found the place where Chapter One of The Drowning Girl ends. That wasn't quite my personal best for a single day (2,800+, I'd have to look it up), but it's damned close. And it was a relief, after only managing 259 words on Saturday. Unfortunately, now I have to set the novel aside and write a short story that has a December 1st deadline, and then do Sirenia Digest #60. But, if I'm correct about my various deadlines, I'll be able to spend almost all of December and January on the book. I'm guessing this novel will come in between 80,000 and 100,000 words, at about 10,000 words a chapter...pretty much the same as The Red Tree. So, I hope that by the end of January I'll have the first five or six chapters written.
I've not left the House now since the 30th, which makes...what? Today will be Day #9 of the Captivity. And it's far too nasty to go out today. Time feels weirder and weirder. Not sleeping, not going out, playing too much WoW and CoX, reading and reading and working and working. Not sleeping. Pills and eyestrain and dehydration and cold feet. It's all deranged, as Mr. Bowie said.
No, this is not a Happy Post.
Saturday night I began the next painting, Black Ships Ate the Sky, which is presently a furious, livid thing. This is the first largish canvas I've done in forever, 18"x24".
Spooky had to go out yesterday for more Napthol Crimson.
I think the wind means to flay the paint off the House.
Guess I picked the right time to be back east
Congratulations on finishing Chapter One. In the midst of the other issues, I hope you can at least take some comfort from the fact that your making headway.
Re: Guess I picked the right time to be back east
In the midst of the other issues, I hope you can at least take some comfort from the fact that your making headway.
I am.
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Does your heart race when you are exhausted?
Not at all.
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Urgh, so you got the snow. I saw that New England was getting walloped. We’re lucky: in NJ it’s howling winds and rain but no damned snow.
I so wish I could send you a comforting warm bowl of Sweet Potato Tian. Yes, scary, I already baked dinner. That worries me.
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Should we talk about the weather? Should we talk about the government?
Late link, vaguely apropos to earlier story about unfazed mom with Phoebe-dressing son:
http://myprincessboy.com/
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Should we talk about the weather? Should we talk about the government?
Thank you.
Late link, vaguely apropos to earlier story about unfazed mom with Phoebe-dressing son:
Indeed.
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Congrats on the word count!
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Hope you feel better. The fact that you are able to put out this awesome work despite issues with insomnia and bad moods is admirable.
Your fans love you for it.
Hope the day gets better (^^)
In a new library, a new city - noticed a large sign saying "Paranormal" and thought I'd go and snark at the covers for a while -
and, front and center in the display: "Book of the Damned - The Collected Works of Charles Fort" AND "Charles Fort: The Man Who Invented the Supernatural", by Jim Steinmeyer.
Unfortunately I didn't have time for much of a browse (had to catch a bus) but it improved my afternoon (and was a lot better than the usual tat that the recent use of the label 'paranormal' has led me to expect)