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Summer in Atlanta.
May. 21st, 2006 11:34 amIt's mildly annoying, the way the weather here jumps from April to June in two days. Then again, after this past winter, I shall only complain just so much.
Another good writing day yesterday, though I didn't get to THE END of "Ode to Edvard Munch." I'd thought it would come to about 2,000 words, but now it looks as though it may run to 3,000. I did 1,279 words yesterday, until my placement of nouns and adjectives and verbs ceased to be as precise as I needed it to be, and I stopped at 4:34 p.m. Spooky's liking this vignette a great deal. Yesterday evening, I was reading a bit of it to her and she began to cry, which I always take as a good sign. I'm quite certain that I'll finish the piece this afternoon.
Also, yesterday I ironed out the details on the next erotica collection with subpress. I believe that the book will be called Tales from the Platypus, a title suggested in a journal comment by one of my readers (though I can not presently recall which one, sorry). The book will have the same format and be about the same length as Frog Toes and Tentacles and consist of selections from the first seven or eight months of Sirenia Digest. My delivery date is August 1st, and when I know more details, such as the book's release date, I'll post them here.
I had some ridiculous nightmare this morning, the details of which have already faded, but at one point I had to watch Cher give birth through her navel (ew), and surely that's TMI if ever there were such a thing. But it did serve to remind me that I never wrote about the very strange epic sort of dream from last week. Maybe later today.
Last night, Spooky and I binged on Season Two of Dead Like Me. I love this show so very much, and it's wonderful to have these new eps, but sad, too, knowing these are the last we shall ever get. I file DLM in my "too good/strange for television" file. We watched six eps last night and didn't get to bed until 4 a.m.
Yesterday, Spooky discovered the trailer for Das Parfum: Die Geschichte Eines Mörders, which I think is going to be a beautiful, brilliant film. I've never read the Patrick Süskind novel upon which the film is based, but Spooky has it, and she says we'll be reading it soon.
Really nothing else to say about yesterday. I read a couple of articles in the latest Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology about new and reevaluated glyptosaurine lizards from the Eocene of Europe. Glyptosaurines are cool, one of those cool things few people besides a handful of specialists know anything about. I was just looking for some images online, so you'd know what I was talking about, but I couldn't find any. A shame. They were armored lizards, perhaps not too unlike in general appearance from modern gila monsters and beaded lizards. I spent some time searching for evidence of them in the Eocene of Alabama, many, many years ago, but came up empty handed. Later, I had the good luck to work with some beautifully preserved glyptosaurs at the University of Colorado.
I see that China has completed the frelling Three Gorges Dam, which likely spells the end for any number of species, including the Chinese River Dolphin, as well as the loss of innumerable archaeological sites as the resevoir waters rise. The industrialists win another round. For now.
Another good writing day yesterday, though I didn't get to THE END of "Ode to Edvard Munch." I'd thought it would come to about 2,000 words, but now it looks as though it may run to 3,000. I did 1,279 words yesterday, until my placement of nouns and adjectives and verbs ceased to be as precise as I needed it to be, and I stopped at 4:34 p.m. Spooky's liking this vignette a great deal. Yesterday evening, I was reading a bit of it to her and she began to cry, which I always take as a good sign. I'm quite certain that I'll finish the piece this afternoon.
Also, yesterday I ironed out the details on the next erotica collection with subpress. I believe that the book will be called Tales from the Platypus, a title suggested in a journal comment by one of my readers (though I can not presently recall which one, sorry). The book will have the same format and be about the same length as Frog Toes and Tentacles and consist of selections from the first seven or eight months of Sirenia Digest. My delivery date is August 1st, and when I know more details, such as the book's release date, I'll post them here.
I had some ridiculous nightmare this morning, the details of which have already faded, but at one point I had to watch Cher give birth through her navel (ew), and surely that's TMI if ever there were such a thing. But it did serve to remind me that I never wrote about the very strange epic sort of dream from last week. Maybe later today.
Last night, Spooky and I binged on Season Two of Dead Like Me. I love this show so very much, and it's wonderful to have these new eps, but sad, too, knowing these are the last we shall ever get. I file DLM in my "too good/strange for television" file. We watched six eps last night and didn't get to bed until 4 a.m.
Yesterday, Spooky discovered the trailer for Das Parfum: Die Geschichte Eines Mörders, which I think is going to be a beautiful, brilliant film. I've never read the Patrick Süskind novel upon which the film is based, but Spooky has it, and she says we'll be reading it soon.
Really nothing else to say about yesterday. I read a couple of articles in the latest Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology about new and reevaluated glyptosaurine lizards from the Eocene of Europe. Glyptosaurines are cool, one of those cool things few people besides a handful of specialists know anything about. I was just looking for some images online, so you'd know what I was talking about, but I couldn't find any. A shame. They were armored lizards, perhaps not too unlike in general appearance from modern gila monsters and beaded lizards. I spent some time searching for evidence of them in the Eocene of Alabama, many, many years ago, but came up empty handed. Later, I had the good luck to work with some beautifully preserved glyptosaurs at the University of Colorado.
I see that China has completed the frelling Three Gorges Dam, which likely spells the end for any number of species, including the Chinese River Dolphin, as well as the loss of innumerable archaeological sites as the resevoir waters rise. The industrialists win another round. For now.
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