"I've always been the coward."

[greygirlbeast]

I awoke about nine p.m., hot and sweaty and sick from having taken a Valium and two Sonata, but then only slept five hours. I awoke to relive, it seems, an especially grotesque day from October 1990.

It's just me, or it's everyone, or it's only some people, but even after forty-seven years, I've no idea whatsoever.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,236 words on a new vignette, "The Granting Cabinet."

I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to keep up these journal entries during Readercon. Back in March, I promised myself I'd make an entry every day for six months. But I'm not about to pay the hotel's exorbitant charge for internet access, so I really have no idea how I'm going to make it happen. Not that anyone much still reads LJ – they're all too busy with the easy, instant gratification and minimal compositional prerequisites of Twitter and Facebook – but it's important to me, if only because it's a promise I made to me.

Maybe I'll spend the day lying on the kitchen floor. The view from there isn't so bad.

Here are the photos from Saturday that I'd wanted to post yesterday.





View to the north from Beavertail. A couple of the aforementioned students on the right.



A dog belonging to the students.



The sea churning below where we'd stretched our blanket.



A shot Sonya took while wading. View to the southwest, towards Narragansett.



Spooky and I, in the sun. View to the northwest.



Sonya and fishermen (who caught nothing but seaweed). View to the southwest.



A very wonderful beetle that we found crawling on Spooky's foot.



As we left, Sonya spotted this very cool book on the dashboard of the car parked next to ours.

All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan, Kathryn A. Pollnac, and Sonya Taaffe.

Comments

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I went to Rockstar yesterday and they did just as good a job as you mentioned.

You're welcome.

[tziedel.livejournal.com]

No idea, not even a clue. I wander about in a haze of being somewhat puzzled and vaguely aware of my unawareness.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

and it had become very broke-down and sad.

This is the way of all the world now. Only a matter of when.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Glorious pictures.

Maybe you could do as rushthatspeaks does with her 365 Books project: she hasn't yet missed a day's reading, but sometimes she doesn't post for a day or two. You could write your posts and save them up.

Nine

[kendare-blake.livejournal.com]

It's always a wonder to me how you have so many words. You post to this journal every day. You write every day (or pretty much so). And none of it feels like filler.

Also, great photos.

[kambriel.livejournal.com]

I promised myself I'd make an entry every day for six months.

Guess it depends on by "make" if you mean create or post... Seems to me you could compose an entry each day you're away, but just post them when you have access again. Basically a post-dated travel journal of sorts.

[sovay]

Man, I don't photograph well.

The sea at least is as beautiful as I remember it. And I maintain that most people don't keep books that awesome on their dash.

[stsisyphus.livejournal.com]

Yesterday, I wrote 1,236 words on a new vignette, "The Granting Cabinet."

There's an intriguing title. Yes, I am intrigued.

Sorry to hear that you were thrown back to 1990. I'm pretty sure there's no reason for anyone to go back to that period.

[amethyst-clan.livejournal.com]

Oh, these are great pics. The beetle is so adorable.

Maybe you can make your entries in a notepad file offline and then upload them when you get home from the con?

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

I like that one, actually.

[humglum.livejournal.com]

Aside from the chronic daily migraine that began in about '89, 1990 was not so bad for me. Compared to those days, my 25% - 30% of the time migraine is nothing...
Not that I can actually remember much from '90, aside from the fact I worked and went to school and DJed and went to lots of free shows...

[jessamyg.livejournal.com]

There have been times when I have had no real access to the internet, so I use to go to the library every couple of weeks and catch up with your journal. The worst period was about 6 months away and I came back and read your words in one massive splurge. I'm one of those terrible people who love to read what any artist thinks and have been known to borrow books from the library to simply read introductions and afterwords, ignoring the centre of the meat completely.

Forty Three years and the world still confuses the fuck out of me - some people say that using the word fuck is indicative of a lack of vocabulary, but if it expresses exactly what you mean and feel then it's what you have to say.

The late 80's and 90's were a good time for me in most ways, if you ignore the stupidly excessive intake of drugs and alcohol, but I wouldn't be me without the lessons I learnt and the goth and weirdo (meant as a complement, we always thought it was)scene I was exposed too. I age, but still wear mostly black.

The photographs were very nice - Sonya being pretty and the sea beating at the rocks - you can definitely see where some of your ideas and imagery are born.

[lois2037.livejournal.com]

Aren't all of these sites run by censorious assholes and hackers? I thought that was pretty much a requirement these days.

[prose-lover.livejournal.com]

I don't comment on every LJ, but I do read YOUR posts everyday--whatever time that may be. I look forward to them.

[thecoughlin.livejournal.com]

well, for the hardy few :) please know you have an audience here....

[deakat]

I'm reading, albeit sometimes a day or two late. Were I at Readercon this year I'd happily lend you my netbook for a bit if you were inclined to post. I'm sure there will be some other kind soul there who would do the same.

[poesillchild.livejournal.com]

There are some of us that do read your LJ and appreciate your efforts especially when you're having a bad day, but I can't think of any reason to pay $13/day for wireless at the hotel. That's criminal.

On another note, have you read Robert Shearman's Tiny Deaths?

[royal-spice.livejournal.com]

That's a really striking photo of Sonya--both for composition and subject. Beautiful hair.

I read your postings, and enjoy them. Thanks for writing.

[mb2u]

I read your journal; I don't post often because saying "yeah, you right" isn't very useful. I don't post a lot anymore to anything because I'm just not interested in it right now. And LJ has been dying for years, so until we can poke it with sharp sticks and it doesn't move...

[opalblack.livejournal.com]

Perhaps use an offline client, write the entries when you normally would and post them when you can?

I read LJ. I hate facebook.

[opalblack.livejournal.com]

I adore your icon!

Pose question.

[waristerrorism.livejournal.com]

Is that doggie picture real?

Re: Pose question.

[humglum.livejournal.com]

It most certainly is. Kind of creepy, huh? I had to do a double take, and then photograph it to make absolutely sure it really was there, perched on the rock, staring at the humans. It stood there for a long time, very still...
Come to think of it, I never saw it climb the rock OR climb down. Nor did I see it with the people. Hmmm....
Maybe it was Hubero in disguise as a black dog spirit. Stranget things have happened...

[alumiere.livejournal.com]

I like many others read every day (or catch up quickly when I can't), but don't always comment. There are days when I can't string a coherent thought together, and more when I feel like I've got nothing to add.

The pictures are gorgeous; I don't remember the Atlantic being that blue and clear, on the beach. When I was a teen we used to sail, and the water only really looked like that when we were out of sight of land. Is the water really cleaner now than it was in the 80's?

[gargirl.livejournal.com]

I still read here! Okay, I admit to being only one person and one who doesn't comment much at that, but that is only to try and prevent myself gushing like a fan-girl. I'd comment way more if I could restrain myself from merely babbling; "I love everything you write and you are awe-awe-awesome!!!!" ... which now I have actually done. I think it would be much worse if I repeated it as many times as I would be likely to.

Anyway; gorgeous pics. The book looks wonderful, I can almost smell it and hear it's lovely pages rustling under my lustful, but carefully restrained, fingers. In my heart of hearts I believe that I should be able to have every book I want. I suppose I would pile them in a careful, non-page- scrunching heap and curl myself up atop them like a dragon on her hoard.

The little bug is quite cute. I love the leafy little antennae and anime-scale eyes.