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greygirlbeastThough I slept eight hours or so, I feel like I didn't sleep at all.
And there's so much sun Outside. If I didn't mind a little chill–and I don't–I could spend the day swimming at Moonstone Beach. Same for yesterday. It was "supposed" to rain yesterday and again today. And the rain keeps running away from us. I think I'm going to write a paper titled "Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle and New England Weather."
Yesterday, the CEM for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir was sent to my publisher from the Jamestown post office out on Conanicut Island. It should be in Manhattan by Wednesday. For the most part, it's now out of my hands.
We spent the afternoon, at West Cove, mostly beach combing. The water was very calm, only a few scattered clouds in the sky. When we arrived, there was a great deal of plastic litter (mostly old Clorox bottles–often used for floats on lobster pots–and soft drink and water bottles) along the shoreline. Spooky and I hauled a great deal of it up above the surf line, and then later someone else came along and gathered up still more. Lots of things wash up in West Cove. Sadly, a lot of it is refuse. It's hard to enjoy being at West Cove after such a futile task.
But we found some good beach glass. I only found one nice bird bone, which was unusual. There were kayaks, canoes, sailing ships, and other boats. We took a lot of photos, and I'll post some of them tomorrow. Just not up to the chore of Photoshop and ftp today.
Back in Providence, we dropped by the p.o. There was a box of antique porcelain doll heads Inzell, Germany for Spooky, and comp copies of the Lovecraft Annual (No. 5) were waiting for me. This issue reprints the Guest of Honor speech I gave at the HPLFF in Portland, Oregon last October. Oh, and there was also a resin cast of a raven skull for Spooky. Such is our mail.
There was pizza from Fellini's for dinner. As days off go, I've had worse. We did get more of The Sundial read, and finished Season Two of Mad Men.
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Seems like I had more thoughts on The Stand, things I forgot to say yesterday, but now I've mostly forgotten them all again. I know I was going to mention how poorly paced the book is. Having read it again, I'm more amazed than ever that King released an "extended" version. The original is already too long. He could easy have cut out half the stuff in the Boulder Freezone, and it would have only helped. The novel all but grinds to a halt in the middle.
This is what a blog entry looks like when I really can't seem to muster the resolve to write a blog entry.
Anyway. I'll be over here, talking to myself.
Weary of the World,
Aunt Beast
And there's so much sun Outside. If I didn't mind a little chill–and I don't–I could spend the day swimming at Moonstone Beach. Same for yesterday. It was "supposed" to rain yesterday and again today. And the rain keeps running away from us. I think I'm going to write a paper titled "Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle and New England Weather."
Yesterday, the CEM for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir was sent to my publisher from the Jamestown post office out on Conanicut Island. It should be in Manhattan by Wednesday. For the most part, it's now out of my hands.
We spent the afternoon, at West Cove, mostly beach combing. The water was very calm, only a few scattered clouds in the sky. When we arrived, there was a great deal of plastic litter (mostly old Clorox bottles–often used for floats on lobster pots–and soft drink and water bottles) along the shoreline. Spooky and I hauled a great deal of it up above the surf line, and then later someone else came along and gathered up still more. Lots of things wash up in West Cove. Sadly, a lot of it is refuse. It's hard to enjoy being at West Cove after such a futile task.
But we found some good beach glass. I only found one nice bird bone, which was unusual. There were kayaks, canoes, sailing ships, and other boats. We took a lot of photos, and I'll post some of them tomorrow. Just not up to the chore of Photoshop and ftp today.
Back in Providence, we dropped by the p.o. There was a box of antique porcelain doll heads Inzell, Germany for Spooky, and comp copies of the Lovecraft Annual (No. 5) were waiting for me. This issue reprints the Guest of Honor speech I gave at the HPLFF in Portland, Oregon last October. Oh, and there was also a resin cast of a raven skull for Spooky. Such is our mail.
There was pizza from Fellini's for dinner. As days off go, I've had worse. We did get more of The Sundial read, and finished Season Two of Mad Men.
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Seems like I had more thoughts on The Stand, things I forgot to say yesterday, but now I've mostly forgotten them all again. I know I was going to mention how poorly paced the book is. Having read it again, I'm more amazed than ever that King released an "extended" version. The original is already too long. He could easy have cut out half the stuff in the Boulder Freezone, and it would have only helped. The novel all but grinds to a halt in the middle.
This is what a blog entry looks like when I really can't seem to muster the resolve to write a blog entry.
Anyway. I'll be over here, talking to myself.
Weary of the World,
Aunt Beast
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Date: 2011-09-27 06:02 pm (UTC)The youthful utopian fantasy of The Stand fades quickly as one learns more about the ways of the world as an adult.
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Date: 2011-09-27 06:21 pm (UTC)the lines of Pet Sematary.
I have always believed this to be his best novel. Which is why I'll never again read it.
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Date: 2011-09-27 07:21 pm (UTC)Ever repeated a word to yourself until it loses meaning? Try it with "plot". It's almost onomatopoeia.
Did you see George Clooney's "The American"? As Ebert says in his review, "The entire drama of this film rests on two words...". This is what I like about your stories; one bit of drama is fodder for examining consequences rather than an excuse for special FX.
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Date: 2011-09-27 07:23 pm (UTC)Did you see George Clooney's "The American"? As Ebert says in his review, "The entire drama of this film rests on two words...".
I didn't. But I did like the film.
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Date: 2011-09-27 06:12 pm (UTC)And I remember the Stand (original) being great when I was a teen, and being so excited for the uncut version. (Read it while recovering from pneumonia, not my brightest move). I remember thinking that there was no reason for the uncut version to exist, it didn't add anything but pages, and late 80's references. That started the beginning of the end of my King readings.
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Date: 2011-09-27 06:22 pm (UTC)and late 80's references.
Never before, I think, has any writer shot himself in the foot with such determination. Of course, it made him richer.
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Date: 2011-09-27 08:01 pm (UTC)"Heisenberg's Rain" might be a good title for something.
I'm glad you had the sea.
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Date: 2011-09-27 08:10 pm (UTC)"Heisenberg's Rain" might be a good title for something.
It might.
CEM acronim???
Date: 2011-09-27 08:26 pm (UTC)closest i could could find for
CEM acronim
captured by enemy!
STET was easy
Re: CEM acronim???
Date: 2011-09-27 08:36 pm (UTC)CEM = copyedited manuscript.
need my nap...
Date: 2011-09-27 08:31 pm (UTC)sleep working. sorry type or somesuch on CEM
CEM (better yet)
captured enemy materials!
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Date: 2011-09-28 02:40 pm (UTC)I've gone ahead and taken some of the advice in Starve Better to heart, and spent the day hustling for freelance jobs in this and that and the other. It's an ugly scene. I'd not do it if I had a day job. But then, if I were normal/sane enough to hold down a day job, I wouldn't need to write. And I wouldn't need advice on how to starve better, since presumably starvation would not be a regular facet of my existence.
Beans on the table. Always the beans. Or chickpeas. Gods, if I never eat another chickpea I will be blessed. I think it was the chickpeas that ruined veganism for me, I was happily vegan for however long, until we were too broke for anything but chickpeas too many times for too long and I cracked. I would rather eat dog vomit than face another meal of unseasoned chickpeas and rice. You know times are dire when you can't afford salt. May those days never return.
Unfortunately I only get about an hour a day on the computer, which sharply limits how much work I can do, or even look for, til I get my laptop cord back. Not a happy Kali. The parents seem disinclined to acknowledge any work I do if it isn't the washing up, and thus will not concede to play solitaire with actual cards to grant me more computer access. Never mind that doing the washing up with people around gives me panic attacks, flashbacks, and occassionaly seizures from the intensity of the stress response, and they KNOW that, and they know why. In detail. It is nevertheless more valid in their minds than actual work that pays in money, which is done on a computer and therefore can not possibly be taken as seriously as the dishes. Or solitaire.
And I'm the crazy one, apparently.
I just hope I get the cord back before there's an explosion.