Objects in Motion
Sunny and hot today, with a heat advisory. We reached 93F, with a heat index of 101F. Then a thunderstorm rolled through this afternoon, a violent storm that cooled everything off.
I was up at 5:30 a.m. and writing by 6 a.m. I did another 1,100 words (exactly) on "A Buyer's Guide to Commonplace Bizarreness." Later, I played some Guid Wars 2. And I worked on Winifred, trying to put part of a vertebra back together (photo below). And then Kathryn and I continued out read-through of what has been written on The Night Watchers. I'm liking what I see. I have reimagined the book. What would have been the first half (Alabama/1995; "The Darkness at the Edge of Town") will be the entire book, with the possibility of there being a second volume, all the Los Angeles/1971 stuff that originally was to have been the second half of The Night Watchers.
I hope I am really over that awful stagnation, and that I can keep this up.
Today is the 28th anniversary of Elizabeth's suicide. She'd be turning 53 on New Year's Eve. I have done my best today not to think about it all. I suspect, at this point, only two people are left who mark her death, her sister and myself.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, tie-dye and my books. Check it out.
Later,
Aunt Beast
8:14 a.m.
I was up at 5:30 a.m. and writing by 6 a.m. I did another 1,100 words (exactly) on "A Buyer's Guide to Commonplace Bizarreness." Later, I played some Guid Wars 2. And I worked on Winifred, trying to put part of a vertebra back together (photo below). And then Kathryn and I continued out read-through of what has been written on The Night Watchers. I'm liking what I see. I have reimagined the book. What would have been the first half (Alabama/1995; "The Darkness at the Edge of Town") will be the entire book, with the possibility of there being a second volume, all the Los Angeles/1971 stuff that originally was to have been the second half of The Night Watchers.
I hope I am really over that awful stagnation, and that I can keep this up.
Today is the 28th anniversary of Elizabeth's suicide. She'd be turning 53 on New Year's Eve. I have done my best today not to think about it all. I suspect, at this point, only two people are left who mark her death, her sister and myself.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, tie-dye and my books. Check it out.
Later,
Aunt Beast
8:14 a.m.