"I'm ready for the laughing gas."
Currently in Providence, the temperature is 51˚F, and supposedly feels like 55˚F. However, tonight we have low twenties Fahrenheit and snow coming. Just flurries, but it's the thought that counts, right? Right. My office window is open. Hubero's sitting in it. Maybe I can dampen the House's isopropyl atmosphere just a little.
Stale Hell, behind the goddammn cut:
Gods, the air coming in the window is chilly. Hubero left.
Nothing was written yesterday. Honestly, the end of my rope was weeks ago. This is free fall.
Right now, the only thing that matters is finishing "The Living and Their Stillborn" and Cherry Bomb. Well, actually, all that genuinely matters is finishing the novel. Geoffrey's visit last week may have helped, in that he may have helped me figure out how to make it stop. This isn't a book to which I find the ending, but one I have to make stop. It just has to be over. I began it the first week of August. It should have been finished, at the latest, in November. After the novel's done, I can step back and try to find firmer ground again.
If you haven't seen it already, I have a new Dancy story up at Subterranean Online. Well, it's not actually a new story. It's actually the prose piece I wrote for Dark Horse, way back in April 2011 that was then adapted into the script for Alabaster: Wolves #1.
Last night we saw Ridley Scott's The Counselor (2013), written by Cormac McCarthy. I'm sort of not surprised that critics panned it. It's a relentlessly brutal film, but it's brilliant, stem to stern. I'm with Danny Leigh (BBC), who wrote, "The real star is the script. What this film really is a Cormac McCarthy audiobook with visuals by Ridley Scott. It's black as night, engrossing and masterful." McCarthy employs the poetry of Antonio Machado to set forth the film's thesis statement and summation: “You are the world you have created. And when you cease to exist, that world you have created will also cease to exist.”
I read from the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, "One of the oldest seals (Carnivora, Phocidae) from the Old World," "Paleoecological implications of new megafaunal 14C ages from the McKittrick tar seeps, California," and "Redescription of Cearadactylus atrox (Pterosauria, Pterodactyloidea) from the Early Cretaceous Romualdo Formation (Santana Group) of the Araripe Basin, Brazil."
Fuck, that air's cold.
And Now,
Aunt Beast
Stale Hell, behind the goddammn cut:
Gods, the air coming in the window is chilly. Hubero left.
Nothing was written yesterday. Honestly, the end of my rope was weeks ago. This is free fall.
Right now, the only thing that matters is finishing "The Living and Their Stillborn" and Cherry Bomb. Well, actually, all that genuinely matters is finishing the novel. Geoffrey's visit last week may have helped, in that he may have helped me figure out how to make it stop. This isn't a book to which I find the ending, but one I have to make stop. It just has to be over. I began it the first week of August. It should have been finished, at the latest, in November. After the novel's done, I can step back and try to find firmer ground again.
If you haven't seen it already, I have a new Dancy story up at Subterranean Online. Well, it's not actually a new story. It's actually the prose piece I wrote for Dark Horse, way back in April 2011 that was then adapted into the script for Alabaster: Wolves #1.
Last night we saw Ridley Scott's The Counselor (2013), written by Cormac McCarthy. I'm sort of not surprised that critics panned it. It's a relentlessly brutal film, but it's brilliant, stem to stern. I'm with Danny Leigh (BBC), who wrote, "The real star is the script. What this film really is a Cormac McCarthy audiobook with visuals by Ridley Scott. It's black as night, engrossing and masterful." McCarthy employs the poetry of Antonio Machado to set forth the film's thesis statement and summation: “You are the world you have created. And when you cease to exist, that world you have created will also cease to exist.”
I read from the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, "One of the oldest seals (Carnivora, Phocidae) from the Old World," "Paleoecological implications of new megafaunal 14C ages from the McKittrick tar seeps, California," and "Redescription of Cearadactylus atrox (Pterosauria, Pterodactyloidea) from the Early Cretaceous Romualdo Formation (Santana Group) of the Araripe Basin, Brazil."
Fuck, that air's cold.
And Now,
Aunt Beast