"And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall."

[greygirlbeast]

Cold out there. Cold and sunny. I think spring's decided to skip this year.

Here I sit, with my sour stomach and shakey hands and ringing ears, and the day ahead of me. And there's really not a lot to say about yesterday.

I spent the entire day looking for a story for Sirenia Digest #64, and I think I found something called "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash." Today I have to begin making a story from the idea, stone and mortar and what have you.

It could be an awfully prophetic title. I didn't see that yesterday.

I think I might have drawn the cover for the Crimson Alphabet chapbook yesterday.

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Today marks the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire. In 1998, I wrote about the fire in The Dreaming #28, "Dreams the Burning Dream." This afternoon, Spooky and I will be ringing a bell at 4:45 p.m. EST, the exact time the first alarm bells were sounded a century ago. I'm a little disheartened that there's no official observance being held in Rhode Island, despite its history of textile mills, etc.

But it's not as if the dead hear bells the living ring. It's not as if the dead hear anything at all.

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Huge thanks to Geoffrey who seems to have secured permission for me to quote Radiohead's "There, There (The Bony King of Nowhere)" in The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. I'm still waiting to hear from R.E.M.'s management.*

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Some unexpectedly good rp in SL last night. I really don't do SL anymore. And, for that matter, I think SL all but destroyed any desire I ever had to rp anywhere. You can only be fucked over so many times before you simply cease to care. Anyway, thank you Blair, because last night was awesome.

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Thanks to all the people who donated to the the Kickstarter project yesterday. We have 12 hours to go, and the project is 207% funded. I'm amazed. I was worried we wouldn't meet our goal, much less meet it more than twice over.

Gonna go write now.

* Actually, I just did.

Comments

[stsisyphus.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm not gonna hate on someone milking the cash cow, 'cause god knows that we'd all like to laugh all the way to the bank.

Not like I'm doing anything to milk that cow either, so whatever.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm not gonna hate on someone milking the cash cow, 'cause god knows that we'd all like to laugh all the way to the bank.

Oh, please. Don't say "hate on." That's so awful. Anyway, I'm not sure what you're referencing. The sad Texas hack? I think she genuinely believes she's a writer. I don't think she's milking. far too deluded.

[stsisyphus.livejournal.com]

Eh, I don't have enough vitriol today to pour it out on someone else's dubious accomplishments. Part of that might be because she looks like any number of my acquaintances whom I know to be nice, dorky people.

I think she genuinely believes she's a writer.

At 2 million dollars, I reckon she can afford to be deluded into thinking she's anyone she freaking wants to be. Don't get me wrong, it blows that you're working the salt mines without that kind of heavenly remuneration.

Hell I don't know where I'm going with this. Mostly, I just don't feel the need to tear someone down today.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Mostly, I just don't feel the need to tear someone down today.

That mood rarely leaves me, especially when the someone is so deserving.

It works this way. Her huge advance leaves less for everyone else, and some of us aren't hacks.