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greygirlbeastUm. Yeah. Slept until the ass crack of noon, which means I got eight full hours of sleep for the first time in ages. I've been sleeping better in general, which I tend to do when I'm writing a lot. Plus, we were out yesterday and I soaked up a lot of sun, and the Vitamin D never hurts. Those gummy things are good, but they can't match getting it straight from the source.
My grateful thanks to everyone who donated a little or a lot yesterday. You guys really are wonderful. I've paid my SVP dues, dues for my twenty-eighth year in the Society, and I have a small sum left over to put towards the unexpected doctor's appointment on Friday.
Yesterday, I realized the next scene in the ninth chapter couldn't be written unless I visited a cemetery out on Aquidneck Island. I mean, sure, I could have faked it. But I fucking hate doing that. I can never write a real-world place well unless I've actually been there. So, about 2 p.m., Spooky and I left the house, and left Providence, crossing the Jamestown Bridge and then the Newport Bridge to Aquidneck. The sun was bold and brilliant (as Colin Meloy might say), and the bay shimmered like chrome. Still a lot of snow, and Green End Pond, along 138, was frozen almost solid. The graveyard in question— Four Corners Cemetery —is located in Middletown, a little north of Newport proper. It's not one of the state's most photogenic cemeteries, not by a long shot, but it plays a pivotal role in the The Drowning Girl. There was a huge crow perched on a headstone when we entered, and Spooky tried to get his photo, but he wouldn't be still. We didn't stay long, as there was a funeral service beginning, a military funeral with a bugler and uniforms and everything, and it would have been poor form to hang about doing ghoulish writing stuff.
After Middletown, we drove down to Spooky's parents' place, though her mom was out running errands and her dad's in Ecuador. We still got to visit Spider Cat and the chickens. There are photos behind the cut:
Approaching the first tower of the Newport Bridge (built in 1969, renamed the Claiborne Pell Bridge in 1992, but fuck that). View to the east.
At Four Corners Cemetery in Middletown, a crypt at the north edge of the graveyard (view to the northwest).
Like I said, not especially photogenic. View to the east.
There were some interesting stones, but we really didn't have time to examine them.
The Witherbee School (1892), home to the Middletown Historical Society. We stopped so I could take some photos. View to the north.
Spider Cat! He's sort of like a feline Walter Sobchak.
At Spooky's parents farm, snow on the back pasture. View to the northest.
Another shot of the back pasture. View to the northeast.
I'm a doofus and got snow in my shoes, so here I'm drying out my socks as we leave.
Self portrait! (Almost)
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
Back home, we proofed "Andromeda Among the Stones" (for Two Worlds and In Between), which I wrote in 2002, nine years ago, but it's still a personal favorite. Last night, well...there was leftover meatloaf, and then there was a WoW marathon, during which I had Shaharrazad finish off the quests in Un'Goro Crater and then moved along and did all of Dustwallow Marsh, and got Loremaster of Kalimdor. Of course, now I have to do all of Outland to get the Loremaster title (I already have Kalimdor, Eastern Kingdoms, Cataclysm, and Northrend). Nerd, nerd, geek. Later, we read more of White Cat (which we've almost finished).
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blackholly and to Uncle Harlan on the occasion of their Nebula Award nominations!
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My grateful thanks to everyone who donated a little or a lot yesterday. You guys really are wonderful. I've paid my SVP dues, dues for my twenty-eighth year in the Society, and I have a small sum left over to put towards the unexpected doctor's appointment on Friday.
Yesterday, I realized the next scene in the ninth chapter couldn't be written unless I visited a cemetery out on Aquidneck Island. I mean, sure, I could have faked it. But I fucking hate doing that. I can never write a real-world place well unless I've actually been there. So, about 2 p.m., Spooky and I left the house, and left Providence, crossing the Jamestown Bridge and then the Newport Bridge to Aquidneck. The sun was bold and brilliant (as Colin Meloy might say), and the bay shimmered like chrome. Still a lot of snow, and Green End Pond, along 138, was frozen almost solid. The graveyard in question— Four Corners Cemetery —is located in Middletown, a little north of Newport proper. It's not one of the state's most photogenic cemeteries, not by a long shot, but it plays a pivotal role in the The Drowning Girl. There was a huge crow perched on a headstone when we entered, and Spooky tried to get his photo, but he wouldn't be still. We didn't stay long, as there was a funeral service beginning, a military funeral with a bugler and uniforms and everything, and it would have been poor form to hang about doing ghoulish writing stuff.
After Middletown, we drove down to Spooky's parents' place, though her mom was out running errands and her dad's in Ecuador. We still got to visit Spider Cat and the chickens. There are photos behind the cut:
Approaching the first tower of the Newport Bridge (built in 1969, renamed the Claiborne Pell Bridge in 1992, but fuck that). View to the east.
At Four Corners Cemetery in Middletown, a crypt at the north edge of the graveyard (view to the northwest).
Like I said, not especially photogenic. View to the east.
There were some interesting stones, but we really didn't have time to examine them.
The Witherbee School (1892), home to the Middletown Historical Society. We stopped so I could take some photos. View to the north.
Spider Cat! He's sort of like a feline Walter Sobchak.
At Spooky's parents farm, snow on the back pasture. View to the northest.
Another shot of the back pasture. View to the northeast.
I'm a doofus and got snow in my shoes, so here I'm drying out my socks as we leave.
Self portrait! (Almost)
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
Back home, we proofed "Andromeda Among the Stones" (for Two Worlds and In Between), which I wrote in 2002, nine years ago, but it's still a personal favorite. Last night, well...there was leftover meatloaf, and then there was a WoW marathon, during which I had Shaharrazad finish off the quests in Un'Goro Crater and then moved along and did all of Dustwallow Marsh, and got Loremaster of Kalimdor. Of course, now I have to do all of Outland to get the Loremaster title (I already have Kalimdor, Eastern Kingdoms, Cataclysm, and Northrend). Nerd, nerd, geek. Later, we read more of White Cat (which we've almost finished).
Congratulations to
blackholly and to Uncle Harlan on the occasion of their Nebula Award nominations!"Comment!" says Herr Platypus!
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Date: 2011-02-23 06:00 pm (UTC)Those socks are fantastic. Everyone needs a lively sock collection.
You can tell much about a person by their socks. I think of these as my Neapolitan Stockings.
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Date: 2011-02-24 12:01 am (UTC)I wonder what my socks reveal... I have a sort of mad, eclectic collection; somewhat heavy on the skull motif and liberally spiced with toe socks, heavily fuzzy socks and lots and lots of color. I try to remember to keep one pair of black and one of white for any serious occasions that might crop up but am often caught wearing something rather more whimsical than current situation warrants. ... it probably just means I'm kind of a flake, actually, now that I think about it.