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Open Door of Night
Sep. 16th, 2006 11:35 amYesterday, the writing went well. I did 1,199 words on the collaboration with Sonya (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sovay), then passed it back to her. This piece will be more short story than vignette, and more weird tale/dark fantasy than weird erotica, though there are some erotic elements. I've become fascinated by this process (and process rarely ever even interests me): she writes; I write based on what she's written; she writes based on what we've both written so far, etc. Right now the file is labeled "Scylla," though I'm uncertain whether this will be the final title of the story. As it turns out, the story is, to some degree or another, overlapping with "Houses Under the Sea." Anyway, yes, it's good to be writing again. Sonya has the piece now, so I'm going to finish up my Bradbury intro today and maybe start a piece for Tales from the Woeful Platypus while I wait for my next turn. Anyway, if you wish to read the product of this collaboration, just click here and subscribe to Sirenia Digest. It's easy. It's cheap. What are you waiting for?
There were two production queries yesterday regarding Daughter of Hounds, both concerning epigraphs. I'd somehow misquoted Emily Dickinson once and Coleridge once, but only just barely in each case. Just me being careless. We have come to that part of post-production where the most minor of details are being attended to, fixed, put right. It will be a book soon. Just three and a half months to go. Considering how long the novel gestated in my mind, then took to write, three and a half months seems like no time at all.
setsuled was asking about the Dinosaur of Sinclair Avenue, mentioned in yesterday's entry. She was first mentioned here in my entry of January 7th, 2006, where there are photos. Spooky found her first, sometime in 2005, and led me to her later on.
After the writing, I had a bath, then played Drakengard 2 on PS2 while we waited for Byron and Jim and "Hannah," with whom we had a dinner date. I'd not seen Jim since my frelling birthday in May, and I'd not seen "Hannah" since the night before we left for Rhode Island, back in July. We caught up. Jim's finished his thesis on Eurdora Welty and is beginning his Ph. D. work, and also working with a Yeats scholar, which made me envious. Afterwards, we stopped by Xocolatl for spicy Mexican chocolate ice cream. Back home, everyone visited with Hubero. Byron stayed late, and we watched shorts by David Lynch and Martin Scorcese on TCM. After Byron left, Spooky and I watched del Toro's El Espinazo del diablo (The Devil's Backbone; 2001). Gods, what a beautiful, painful film. Perfection in almost every frame, as well as in the whole, and I can confidently say it's one of the best ghost stories (or fairie tales) committed to celluloid in the last fifty years. I think I got to bed about two a.m., but sat up a while longer, reading more from Tolkein's Unfinished Tales, mostly "The Battles of the Fords of Isen."
Time to make the doughnuts...
Postscript (3:06 p.m.): I've just learned of the death of Charles L. Grant. I was particularly fond of his Oxrun series and the remarkable eleven volumes of the Shadows anthology. Very, very sad news.
sovay), then passed it back to her. This piece will be more short story than vignette, and more weird tale/dark fantasy than weird erotica, though there are some erotic elements. I've become fascinated by this process (and process rarely ever even interests me): she writes; I write based on what she's written; she writes based on what we've both written so far, etc. Right now the file is labeled "Scylla," though I'm uncertain whether this will be the final title of the story. As it turns out, the story is, to some degree or another, overlapping with "Houses Under the Sea." Anyway, yes, it's good to be writing again. Sonya has the piece now, so I'm going to finish up my Bradbury intro today and maybe start a piece for Tales from the Woeful Platypus while I wait for my next turn. Anyway, if you wish to read the product of this collaboration, just click here and subscribe to Sirenia Digest. It's easy. It's cheap. What are you waiting for?There were two production queries yesterday regarding Daughter of Hounds, both concerning epigraphs. I'd somehow misquoted Emily Dickinson once and Coleridge once, but only just barely in each case. Just me being careless. We have come to that part of post-production where the most minor of details are being attended to, fixed, put right. It will be a book soon. Just three and a half months to go. Considering how long the novel gestated in my mind, then took to write, three and a half months seems like no time at all.
setsuled was asking about the Dinosaur of Sinclair Avenue, mentioned in yesterday's entry. She was first mentioned here in my entry of January 7th, 2006, where there are photos. Spooky found her first, sometime in 2005, and led me to her later on.After the writing, I had a bath, then played Drakengard 2 on PS2 while we waited for Byron and Jim and "Hannah," with whom we had a dinner date. I'd not seen Jim since my frelling birthday in May, and I'd not seen "Hannah" since the night before we left for Rhode Island, back in July. We caught up. Jim's finished his thesis on Eurdora Welty and is beginning his Ph. D. work, and also working with a Yeats scholar, which made me envious. Afterwards, we stopped by Xocolatl for spicy Mexican chocolate ice cream. Back home, everyone visited with Hubero. Byron stayed late, and we watched shorts by David Lynch and Martin Scorcese on TCM. After Byron left, Spooky and I watched del Toro's El Espinazo del diablo (The Devil's Backbone; 2001). Gods, what a beautiful, painful film. Perfection in almost every frame, as well as in the whole, and I can confidently say it's one of the best ghost stories (or fairie tales) committed to celluloid in the last fifty years. I think I got to bed about two a.m., but sat up a while longer, reading more from Tolkein's Unfinished Tales, mostly "The Battles of the Fords of Isen."
Time to make the doughnuts...
Postscript (3:06 p.m.): I've just learned of the death of Charles L. Grant. I was particularly fond of his Oxrun series and the remarkable eleven volumes of the Shadows anthology. Very, very sad news.
