One week later.
I find myself sort of halfway in the mood to make an entry. Besides, I have photographs. Spring is slowly, slowly rearing its head here in Providence, and yesterday we went out searching for it. The weather wasn't as warm as we'd been promised, because clouds began moving in, and there was a breeze. The slightest breeze is ice here. We visited bookshops at Wayland Square, had breakfast at the Classic Cafe on Westminster, and ended up at Swan Point Cemetery, where we did, in fact, see a flock of swans in the choppy waters of the dirty Seekonk River. The temperature was probably somewhere in the mid sixties for most of the day. It was warmer the day before, but I was working. Still, all in all, yesterday was a decent day.
The "day off" came after several days of tedious work compiling the raw manuscript for Beneath An Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume Two). I'm calling it Boads, for short. It probably would not be possible for me to exaggerate the tedium. But now I have a ms. to work with, 216,556 words long, 718 pages. At some point, I actually have to print this beast.
Here's something you need, The Teeth of Sea and Beasts - The Poetry of Brown Bird.
Here are the photographs, behind the cut.
Soda, the cat who lives downstairs.
Coffee is truly an inefficient means of delivering stimulants to my body.
This Apatosaurus almost went home with me yesterday. But it was $14.99, and I finally thought better of it.
This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me, 'Time is a flat circle.' Everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again. ~ Rustin Cohle
All photographs Copyright © 2014 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.
Until the Next Time, Infrequently,
Aunt Beast
The "day off" came after several days of tedious work compiling the raw manuscript for Beneath An Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume Two). I'm calling it Boads, for short. It probably would not be possible for me to exaggerate the tedium. But now I have a ms. to work with, 216,556 words long, 718 pages. At some point, I actually have to print this beast.
Here's something you need, The Teeth of Sea and Beasts - The Poetry of Brown Bird.
Here are the photographs, behind the cut.
Soda, the cat who lives downstairs.
Coffee is truly an inefficient means of delivering stimulants to my body.
This Apatosaurus almost went home with me yesterday. But it was $14.99, and I finally thought better of it.
This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me, 'Time is a flat circle.' Everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again. ~ Rustin Cohle
All photographs Copyright © 2014 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac.
Until the Next Time, Infrequently,
Aunt Beast