"I was Cleopatra. I was taller than the rafters."
I broke down and took Benadryl last night, and I actually slept more than seven hours. My best night's sleep in weeks. I'm a little groggy now, but that's better than teetering at the edge of hallucinations from sleep deprivation, which was my yesterday.
And I awoke to a couple of gorgeous sketches for the cover of Dear Sweet Filthy World, courtesy Tran Nguyen.
I did not write A and B yesterday. Other things happened. Then I ended up making a trip to two branches of the Providence Public Library. And to the post office. And the market.
Last night, we watched Hitchcock's Rebecca (1940), one of my favorite Hitchcock films, based on one of my favorite novels. Joan Fontaine was only twenty-two when she played the second Mrs. de Winter, and she steals every single frame of film in which she appears. If I were the sort of person who wrote such things, I'd someday write an essay on the many ways the Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House (1959) and Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca (1938) mirror one another. But I'm not the sort of person who writes such things.
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I think that's all for now. It's a gorgeous day out there, 77˚F and 47% humidity at the moment. I want to be at the shore; instead, I'll sit here and write, which is what I do. Josh Boone is calling at four, and I have to make some progress before then. I'm unaccustomed to sleeping so late.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
And I awoke to a couple of gorgeous sketches for the cover of Dear Sweet Filthy World, courtesy Tran Nguyen.
I did not write A and B yesterday. Other things happened. Then I ended up making a trip to two branches of the Providence Public Library. And to the post office. And the market.
Last night, we watched Hitchcock's Rebecca (1940), one of my favorite Hitchcock films, based on one of my favorite novels. Joan Fontaine was only twenty-two when she played the second Mrs. de Winter, and she steals every single frame of film in which she appears. If I were the sort of person who wrote such things, I'd someday write an essay on the many ways the Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House (1959) and Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca (1938) mirror one another. But I'm not the sort of person who writes such things.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions! Thanks.
I think that's all for now. It's a gorgeous day out there, 77˚F and 47% humidity at the moment. I want to be at the shore; instead, I'll sit here and write, which is what I do. Josh Boone is calling at four, and I have to make some progress before then. I'm unaccustomed to sleeping so late.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast