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greygirlbeastThis is the morning after Utter Exhaustion. The sky is grey, and there's rain. It looks like spring out there, whether or not it actually is spring. We can work that part out later.
There are only nine days remaining in "Tale of the Ravens" Kickstarter project. We'd really like to see those last two $500 spots claimed. Look at the truly cool stuff you get! And, of course, the more we exceed our goal, the firmer footing Goat Girl Press will set out upon. We're already thinking about projects we'll do after "Tale of the Ravens." Spooky's studying all sorts of cool handmade bookbinding techniques. So, yes. Donate!
Yesterday, I started off by adding another 550+ words to the end of The Drowning Girl, the "Back Pages" section that's sort of like an afterword. Almost. The manuscript, which is now essentially finished, presently stands at 105,711 words. That's about 5,000 words longer than The Red Tree. Anyway, while I was working on the novel, Spooky and Sonya were already busy with line edits on Two Worlds and In Between.
By late afternoon, early evening, Sonya and Spooky had made it through the edits on "Postcards from the King of Tides," "Rats Live on No Evil Star," "Estate," and "Breakfast in the House of the Rising Sun," while I'd done only "To This Water (Johnstown, Pennsylvania 1889)" — I discovered long ago that having only one good eye makes me a very slow editor. But...that meant we were almost done. Sonya and I then read through "Giants in the Earth," which is, indeed, far better than the odious "By Turns," and I swapped the latter for the former.
That left only The Dry Salvages to edit. I was going to leave it for Spooky and I to tackle, but stalwart Sonya suggested she and I go ahead and start it, then finish it today (We hates the young people, Precious, so full of energies.) But first we went to East Side Market, lest we starve of having run out of food. At the p.o., there were two CARE packages from Steven Lubold, including new PJ Harvey and Arcade Fire, Peter's American Fantastic Tales (vols. 1 and 2; Vol. 2 includes my story, "The Long Hall on the Top Floor") and two volumes of bookbinding for Spooky.
Back home, after cold roast beef sandwiches and such, Sonya and I read the first 17,292 words on The Dry Salvages. We'll finish it early this afternoon, before she heads back to Boston at 5:30 this evening. And that means the collection will be about 98% ready to go to subpress. It's absolutely true to say that without having Sonya here the past four days (she arrived Saturday evening), I'd have been utterly screwed. She saved my butt. Anyway, after about eight hours of editing yesterday, Spooky played Rift, and Sonya and I watched John Carpenter's The Thing, because she'd never before seen it. There was laundry drama, too, because someone had left an immense load of wet laundry (I'm talking a metric assload) in the washing machine. Spooky and I got to bed about two ayem.
Tomorrow, I'll send The Drowning Girl to my editor at Penguin. And within a day or two, Two Worlds and In Between will be delivered to subpress. Also, Lee and I are talking about offering a very limited edition (50-100 copies) of frameable signed and numbered prints of the collection's cover (which you'll see very soon).
And on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I'm taking a much needed and well earned break, before I start work on Sirenia Digest #64 on the 21st. Oh, also, I'm adding "The Worm in My Mind's Eye" to Two Worlds and In Between, which has never appeared anywhere but as a short chapbook only available to those who ordered the limited of The Dry Salvages. Also also, yesterday I took lots of photos, and will do so again today, so tomorrow I'll post a sort of photo essay of the end of this editing marathon.
But now...I go forth with platypus in hand to finish up. After I extract Mr. Bastard (alias Hubero) from my lap.
Chat at 'cha later, kittens.
Blinded by the Light at the End of the Tunnel,
Aunt Beast
P.S.: Not to put too fine a point on it, but I AM NOT A HORROR WRITER!
There are only nine days remaining in "Tale of the Ravens" Kickstarter project. We'd really like to see those last two $500 spots claimed. Look at the truly cool stuff you get! And, of course, the more we exceed our goal, the firmer footing Goat Girl Press will set out upon. We're already thinking about projects we'll do after "Tale of the Ravens." Spooky's studying all sorts of cool handmade bookbinding techniques. So, yes. Donate!
Yesterday, I started off by adding another 550+ words to the end of The Drowning Girl, the "Back Pages" section that's sort of like an afterword. Almost. The manuscript, which is now essentially finished, presently stands at 105,711 words. That's about 5,000 words longer than The Red Tree. Anyway, while I was working on the novel, Spooky and Sonya were already busy with line edits on Two Worlds and In Between.
By late afternoon, early evening, Sonya and Spooky had made it through the edits on "Postcards from the King of Tides," "Rats Live on No Evil Star," "Estate," and "Breakfast in the House of the Rising Sun," while I'd done only "To This Water (Johnstown, Pennsylvania 1889)" — I discovered long ago that having only one good eye makes me a very slow editor. But...that meant we were almost done. Sonya and I then read through "Giants in the Earth," which is, indeed, far better than the odious "By Turns," and I swapped the latter for the former.
That left only The Dry Salvages to edit. I was going to leave it for Spooky and I to tackle, but stalwart Sonya suggested she and I go ahead and start it, then finish it today (We hates the young people, Precious, so full of energies.) But first we went to East Side Market, lest we starve of having run out of food. At the p.o., there were two CARE packages from Steven Lubold, including new PJ Harvey and Arcade Fire, Peter's American Fantastic Tales (vols. 1 and 2; Vol. 2 includes my story, "The Long Hall on the Top Floor") and two volumes of bookbinding for Spooky.
Back home, after cold roast beef sandwiches and such, Sonya and I read the first 17,292 words on The Dry Salvages. We'll finish it early this afternoon, before she heads back to Boston at 5:30 this evening. And that means the collection will be about 98% ready to go to subpress. It's absolutely true to say that without having Sonya here the past four days (she arrived Saturday evening), I'd have been utterly screwed. She saved my butt. Anyway, after about eight hours of editing yesterday, Spooky played Rift, and Sonya and I watched John Carpenter's The Thing, because she'd never before seen it. There was laundry drama, too, because someone had left an immense load of wet laundry (I'm talking a metric assload) in the washing machine. Spooky and I got to bed about two ayem.
Tomorrow, I'll send The Drowning Girl to my editor at Penguin. And within a day or two, Two Worlds and In Between will be delivered to subpress. Also, Lee and I are talking about offering a very limited edition (50-100 copies) of frameable signed and numbered prints of the collection's cover (which you'll see very soon).
And on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I'm taking a much needed and well earned break, before I start work on Sirenia Digest #64 on the 21st. Oh, also, I'm adding "The Worm in My Mind's Eye" to Two Worlds and In Between, which has never appeared anywhere but as a short chapbook only available to those who ordered the limited of The Dry Salvages. Also also, yesterday I took lots of photos, and will do so again today, so tomorrow I'll post a sort of photo essay of the end of this editing marathon.
But now...I go forth with platypus in hand to finish up. After I extract Mr. Bastard (alias Hubero) from my lap.
Chat at 'cha later, kittens.
Blinded by the Light at the End of the Tunnel,
Aunt Beast
P.S.: Not to put too fine a point on it, but I AM NOT A HORROR WRITER!
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Date: 2011-03-16 05:16 pm (UTC)That may be my favorite song off this album. At least, it's the one I frequently find myself singing. It may be something about the saxophone.
I'm glad to have been here.
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Date: 2011-03-16 05:20 pm (UTC)That may be my favorite song off this album.
It's a grand album, through and through.
I'm glad to have been here.
I'm gladder.
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Date: 2011-03-16 10:03 pm (UTC)Utterly agree, and for me, it might be her best. Favourite tracks: Glorious Land, Battleship Hill, England (which makes me cry), and Written on the Forehead. I haven't heard anything that moving since I don't know when.
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Date: 2011-03-16 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 05:34 pm (UTC)Anyway, I ordered "The Dry Salvages" from amazon on my blackberry while sitting on the toilet in the bathroom of my 3rd shift job last night.
That will make me laugh all day.
Actually, I started this comment wanting to say, "AuntBeast, you need a vacation."
You don't even know. As do Spooky and Sonya.
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Date: 2011-03-16 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 05:46 pm (UTC)So, what's the gestation period for cat/human hybrids, and you've already decided on 'kittens' as the appropriate term for them?
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Date: 2011-03-16 07:11 pm (UTC)So, what's the gestation period for cat/human hybrids, and you've already decided on 'kittens' as the appropriate term for them?
Actually, I picked that up from Ian Shane's Meredith in 44-Inch Chest.
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Date: 2011-03-16 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 10:37 pm (UTC)Apparently this is the time to watch Mr. Carpenter's The Thing, as it was one of those movies I did not intentionally avoid but managed to miss seeing until they put it up on Netflix Instant Watch and I watched it Sunday night. I loved it!
Very good.
The birthday poem...
Date: 2011-03-16 09:09 pm (UTC)I don't know if this is a weird response, but I read it and it made me cry. Real, actual crying. I'm sure some of that is to do with other things, but it is just such a beautiful poem.
Re: The birthday poem...
Date: 2011-03-16 10:37 pm (UTC)...arrived, miraculously uncreased by travel across the Atlantic. Thank you very much.
You are very welcome.
I don't know if this is a weird response, but I read it and it made me cry. Real, actual crying. I'm sure some of that is to do with other things, but it is just such a beautiful poem.
I'm flattered.
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Date: 2011-03-16 10:38 pm (UTC)It's perfect that two angels have assisted in pushing the storms away - editing nearly complete.
And you topped the day off with a teaser about signed limited prints - I await the announcemnet from the positively not a horror writer