Stephen King Stole My Sleep
Aug. 23rd, 2011 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greygirlbeastUm...what? Already? Oh, fuck. Okay.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,163 words on the final chapter of Blood Oranges. More bridge troll stuff – but Otis, not Aloysius. It's very, very weird writing a book of any sort this quickly.
One video, and then another, and now Spooky has me listening to Tom Waits this morning. Which is better than having "At the Hop" stuck in my head. Yeah, I just woke up, and there it was, in my head.
My thanks to Scott Pohlenz for sending me a copy of Subterranean Press' exquisite The Martian Chronicles: The Complete Edition. The slipcased and numbered edition! #49! And on Bradbury's birthday, even! Okay, that's enough goddamn exclamation points, but thanks all the same, Scott. You made my day. Originally, I wrote, "You made my day awesome." But then Spooky politely reminded me how we don't use that word around here, because all those AWESOME shit-wit hipsters and interweb dweebs have ruined it.
Here in la Case de Kiernan y Pollnac we're bracing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kylecassidy and crew on Friday, and the possibility of Hurricane Irene on Monday. Boom.
Yesterday, I read "A fossil sperm whale (Cetacea, Physeteroidea) from the Pleistocene of Nauru, equatorial southwest Pacific." See, it's them little "hyperlinks" that make sense of the whole bloody world. Unless, like me, you've read too much obscure zoological, geological, and geographical literature.
Random comment: I hate having to be the sane, considerate, grown-up person. I'm ill-suited to the task. But not as much as I once was. Thank you, Mr. Lamictal and smart psychiatrist lady. You both rock.
Spent time last night thinking about the life and death of Robert E. Howard, and the sad mess that has been made of his literary estate over the decades since June 11, 1936. Somehow, it all culminates with a lawsuit filed by Stan Lee Media Inc. against the makers of Conan the Barbarian 3D (i.e., Another Sad Sack of Cinematic Shit Wherein Everything Jumps Out At You®). Trying to fathom the ins and outs of this legal circle jerk makes me want to do bad things to myself with a titanium spork. Also, it encourages me to be sure that my own "literary estate," whatever it may amount to, is in good hands when that time comes. I want it to be safe and out of the paws of weasels at least as long as the people I want to benefit from it are around. Then, whatever. Fuck it. The lawyers and con men always win. It's only a matter of time. Oh, the stories I could already tell. Except, I can't. Because that's the way it works. And, you know what? It works that way because of lawyers.
Hey! Mr. Stephen fucking King! You listening to me? Spooky and I were up until four ayem reading the original 1978 edition of your novel The Stand, and it's a damn swell book and all (oh, my godforsaken crush on Nadine), BUT WE WANT OUR SLEEP BACK.
Oh, and Patti Smith is writing a second memoir. Which makes me happy.
Probably, I should go now. Yeah, that's what I should do. Tomorrow, we'll talk again.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,163 words on the final chapter of Blood Oranges. More bridge troll stuff – but Otis, not Aloysius. It's very, very weird writing a book of any sort this quickly.
One video, and then another, and now Spooky has me listening to Tom Waits this morning. Which is better than having "At the Hop" stuck in my head. Yeah, I just woke up, and there it was, in my head.
My thanks to Scott Pohlenz for sending me a copy of Subterranean Press' exquisite The Martian Chronicles: The Complete Edition. The slipcased and numbered edition! #49! And on Bradbury's birthday, even! Okay, that's enough goddamn exclamation points, but thanks all the same, Scott. You made my day. Originally, I wrote, "You made my day awesome." But then Spooky politely reminded me how we don't use that word around here, because all those AWESOME shit-wit hipsters and interweb dweebs have ruined it.
Here in la Case de Kiernan y Pollnac we're bracing for
kylecassidy and crew on Friday, and the possibility of Hurricane Irene on Monday. Boom.Yesterday, I read "A fossil sperm whale (Cetacea, Physeteroidea) from the Pleistocene of Nauru, equatorial southwest Pacific." See, it's them little "hyperlinks" that make sense of the whole bloody world. Unless, like me, you've read too much obscure zoological, geological, and geographical literature.
Random comment: I hate having to be the sane, considerate, grown-up person. I'm ill-suited to the task. But not as much as I once was. Thank you, Mr. Lamictal and smart psychiatrist lady. You both rock.
Spent time last night thinking about the life and death of Robert E. Howard, and the sad mess that has been made of his literary estate over the decades since June 11, 1936. Somehow, it all culminates with a lawsuit filed by Stan Lee Media Inc. against the makers of Conan the Barbarian 3D (i.e., Another Sad Sack of Cinematic Shit Wherein Everything Jumps Out At You®). Trying to fathom the ins and outs of this legal circle jerk makes me want to do bad things to myself with a titanium spork. Also, it encourages me to be sure that my own "literary estate," whatever it may amount to, is in good hands when that time comes. I want it to be safe and out of the paws of weasels at least as long as the people I want to benefit from it are around. Then, whatever. Fuck it. The lawyers and con men always win. It's only a matter of time. Oh, the stories I could already tell. Except, I can't. Because that's the way it works. And, you know what? It works that way because of lawyers.
Hey! Mr. Stephen fucking King! You listening to me? Spooky and I were up until four ayem reading the original 1978 edition of your novel The Stand, and it's a damn swell book and all (oh, my godforsaken crush on Nadine), BUT WE WANT OUR SLEEP BACK.
Oh, and Patti Smith is writing a second memoir. Which makes me happy.
Probably, I should go now. Yeah, that's what I should do. Tomorrow, we'll talk again.
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-23 06:15 pm (UTC)What Tom Waits were you listening to?
Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards (Disc 3).
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:56 pm (UTC)... and they STILL wrote another book after her death.
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:58 pm (UTC)... and they STILL wrote another book after her death.
Exactly. The curse of prequels.
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Date: 2011-08-23 07:21 pm (UTC)I tend to say, You made my day Suck Less. Cuz the day not sucking is a good thing.
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Date: 2011-08-23 07:34 pm (UTC)I tend to say, You made my day Suck Less. Cuz the day not sucking is a good thing.
Works for me.
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Date: 2011-08-23 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-23 07:35 pm (UTC)Did you feel anything up in Providence?
Oh, yeah.
We just received copies of The Book of Cthulhu, (Night Shade Books), edited by Ross E. Lockhart, and lo and behold, the first story is "Andromeda Among the Stones"
Yeah. Someday, they'll pay me.
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Date: 2011-08-23 08:37 pm (UTC)Not sure if this has been mentioned here yet - an analysis of the ambiguous ending of John Carpenter's 'The Thing':
http://blastr.com/2011/08/was-childs-the-thing-one.php
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Date: 2011-08-23 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-23 09:17 pm (UTC)We are just shy of finishing the Mr. King cut at our house.
We must be at least a third of the way through The Stand.
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Date: 2011-08-24 01:27 am (UTC)Aaah. Reclaim it. It will annoy the post-ironists.
and the possibility of Hurricane Irene on Monday. Boom.
Wait, there's supposed to be a hurricane on Monday? Tell me when to start looking out for the locusts.
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Date: 2011-08-24 05:46 am (UTC)Right; forgot this earlier. Have an interview with Kristin Hersh.
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Date: 2011-08-24 05:50 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the interview with Kristin Hersh. I love her!
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Date: 2011-08-24 05:49 pm (UTC)The secret history of fossil reproduction. Yes, they have a breeding season.
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Date: 2011-08-25 03:52 pm (UTC)This is great to hear. I loved Just Kids.