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Chilly, cloudy, rain and wind on its way. I just happened across a photograph I took from the front parlour one year ago yesterday. All was in bloom and the trees were going green along the street. I think, this year, we're at least two weeks behind that. It still looks like February out there. Maybe I'm dead, and this is my hell, a world forever poised at the beginning of spring, a perpetually unfulfilled promise.
Okay, that's starting to sound like Bad Goth Poetry.
But still.
Yesterday was, in theory, better than Thursday. I did some of the last tweaking to The Drowning Girl: A Memoir that's going to be done before I send it back to Penguin on Monday. Then I wait for the editorial letter, etc. and etc. Gods, this routine's gotten old. Anyway, I also sort of tore apart the beginning of "Fake Plastic Trees" and rewrote it. Spooky says it's better now. I don't generally rewrite or write in drafts, and it's unnerving when I do. When all was said and done, though hours were required, I had a net gain of only 248 words.
Nothing else to yesterday worth mentioning. I napped on the sofa for five or ten minutes, the best sleep of the last twenty-four hours. I read "A re-examination of Hauffiosaurus zanoni, a pliosauroid from the Toarcian (Early Jurassic) of Germany" in the new JVP. I missed a phone call from Harlan. That was yesterday.
Probably, I should stop now. This isn't going to get any better.
Okay, that's starting to sound like Bad Goth Poetry.
But still.
Yesterday was, in theory, better than Thursday. I did some of the last tweaking to The Drowning Girl: A Memoir that's going to be done before I send it back to Penguin on Monday. Then I wait for the editorial letter, etc. and etc. Gods, this routine's gotten old. Anyway, I also sort of tore apart the beginning of "Fake Plastic Trees" and rewrote it. Spooky says it's better now. I don't generally rewrite or write in drafts, and it's unnerving when I do. When all was said and done, though hours were required, I had a net gain of only 248 words.
Nothing else to yesterday worth mentioning. I napped on the sofa for five or ten minutes, the best sleep of the last twenty-four hours. I read "A re-examination of Hauffiosaurus zanoni, a pliosauroid from the Toarcian (Early Jurassic) of Germany" in the new JVP. I missed a phone call from Harlan. That was yesterday.
Probably, I should stop now. This isn't going to get any better.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:12 pm (UTC)Persephone's lover, waiting aboveground for her to return.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:14 pm (UTC)Persephone's lover, waiting aboveground for her to return.
Hades is an asshole.
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Date: 2011-04-16 06:31 pm (UTC)Okay maybe not your mom, but she seems pretty cool.
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Date: 2011-04-16 06:47 pm (UTC)Yeah, but it's better than living with your mother year 'round.
I beg to differ.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:18 pm (UTC)Sorry for commenting randomly on previous entries. Have not read the journal for two weeks and just played catch up on the whole thing.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:27 pm (UTC)I think I prefer the one where you are looking off to your left...such an expression of alert mischief.
I too like that one.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-16 05:44 pm (UTC)Anything we can do to cheer you up?
Thank you, but were you to try, it would likely on worsen the situation.
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Date: 2011-04-17 05:31 am (UTC)I am about halfway through The Red Tree. I'm quite enjoying it so far.